The marble floor of the Kael estate gleamed faintly beneath the morning light, but Selena Kael hardly noticed it. Her steps echoed down the vast hallway, her grip tightening on the envelope in her hand as though it carried the weight of life and death itself. Her raven-black hair swayed with each movement, betraying her haste.
When she reached the tall double doors, she pushed them open without ceremony. Inside, the dining hall was warm and peaceful. Darian Kael, ever composed in his noble bearing, sat at the head of the long table, while their daughter, Valeria, fresh from the demon cult extermination, quietly picked at her meal.
But Selena didn't acknowledge the food or the calmness of the scene. Her voice broke the air with all the urgency of a storm.
"My baby is in danger."
