As Lana reached that conclusion, she stepped outside. The faint scent of old incense and damp stone drifted through the air, clinging to the ancient pillars of the temple.
Her gaze landed on Kevin at once. He stood with his chin lifted, arrogance written plainly across his face as his eyes roamed over every corner of the temple, measuring, calculating, as though the place were nothing more than merchandise.
Lana did not need a second thought to understand his intention.
'He's planning to sell it.'
The realization weighed heavily on her chest. She had chosen to involve herself in this matter precisely because she knew the root of this disaster traced back to her.
Kevin and Monk Anaro had not fallen into this mess by chance. Even if Kevin had been chased by gamblers, it was the Almond family who had fed them information about Monk Anaro's temple.
That single act had dragged Anaro into danger and nearly cost him his life.
'All of this… because he helped me.'
