Sixty-Five

Roman’s POV

I thought I was getting through to Cleo until she pushed me backwards and took off. I went to run after her but was held back by my fathers.

“Let her go, son; she’s not ready.”

“She’s on a mission just as we are. Let her do what she needs to, and then we will help you get her back. Whatever it takes.” Nodding at my father’s, we took the second set of stairs. As much as I hated to admit it, they were right.

Cleo had gone to the next floor, so it made sense for us to go up again. Whether she liked it or not, we would clear this place together. Level three was where the armoury was kept. Weapons collected over the centuries from all different species are locked away. From fairy dust, rogue’s poison, and enchanted blades to a witch’s grimoire. Anything they could get their hands on and use would be inside that vault. We just needed to get it open.

As proof of how untouchable the council thought they had become, they hadn’t bothered to disguise the front of the vault. The metal