Later that day
Rayan sat in the library, trying to read. His ankle had healed, but now a constant ache bloomed in his chest instead.
Kael hadn't stayed the night. He was working late again—dealing with Alpha council matters, negotiations with the East Sector, something about a new military contract.
And Senna had said, in her usual offhand way, "Master Kael works too hard. He always has. You must get lonely."
Rayan had looked up sharply at her then. She only smiled, adjusted the tray of pastries, and walked away—leaving that small, poisonous seed behind.
Lonely?
He didn't want to admit it… but she was right.
Even in this beautiful penthouse, surrounded by comfort and staff and warmth, he felt alone.
Kael had promised this place would be a haven. A home. But lately, it felt more like a stage—where everyone played their part. And Senna? She was playing hers too well.
Two days later
Rayan caught her in Kael's office.
