Beyond the observation lounge's transparent dome, a brilliant river of stars flowed endlessly across the heavens, constellations shifting and reforming in an eternal dance of light.
At the sound of Vincent's voice, Lian turned from the glass and smiled, his tone light and easy. "I have no idea. Yuel was the one who asked me to come here."
Vincent's gaze immediately snapped to Yuel, who met it with perfect composure.
"I wanted to ask Lian for a favor," Yuel said, gesturing slightly toward the room. "If you're interested, come in and listen." He glanced toward the threshold. "Close the door behind you."
"You need my help?" Lian looked genuinely surprised.
Vincent stepped inside, casually shutting the door. Though Yuel had already isolated the room with a mental barrier, Vincent layered his own psychic shielding over the space. He didn't yet know what Yuel wanted from Lian, but he knew one thing with absolute certainty: it involved Rory.
