The moment they reached the corridor, Seraphina's forced composure completely shattered.
"That bastard," she hissed. "That absolute piece of trash—"
She was walking fast. Too fast. Her boots clicking sharply against the marble floor.
"He's been behind this the whole time. Using Elena. Threatening her family. Trying to destroy your reputation just because you embarrassed him that one time during combat training!"
"Seraphina, wait. We don't have actual proof—"
"We have enough." She spun around to face him, her crimson hair whipping through the air. "A direct connection to his group. A noble handler. Someone with money, influence, and a pathetic grudge."
