*Logan*The room lacked warmth, starkly contrasting with the chaos swirling outside. Andrew and I had secured a chamber deep within Andrew's mansion, far from prying eyes and curious ears. The heavy wooden door creaked ominously as we locked it, sealing us away with the truth that lingered just out of reach. On one side of the table sat Azize, her defiance slowly crumbling under the weight of her betrayal, while on the other sat Easton. This smirk, once danced across his lips, was replaced with apprehensive fury as the realization of our plans set in.As we awaited the Supreme Council's arrival, tension coiled around us like a suffocating vine, and I could sense the dread hanging in the air. Dr. Kyle stood off to one side, preparing syringes filled with a potent truth serum. His brow was furrowed in concentration, a stark reminder that even the most precise plans could unravel inst
*Logan*The tension in the air was thick as we stood atop a ridge overlooking the area Azize had revealed. The river bent lazily around the rocky outcrop, glistening under the pale moonlight, but I felt no peace. Instead, I was a coiled spring, ready to launch into action. Andrew flanked me, his eyes sharp and determined. We flanked an unusual escort tonight: a handful of royal guards and Andrew's Shadws - a covert group skilled in stealth and combat."Is this really the place?" Andrew asked, his voice low as he scanned the terrain.Azize had described a cave near the riverbend, where Easton was supposedly hiding out with resources for his black market dealings. But the more we studied the surroundings, the more I sensed we were being led astray."It's suspiciously quiet," one of the guards murmured, as if re
*Poppy*The hospital room was hushed, filled only with the rhythmic beeping of monitors and the soft rustle of nurses moving in and out. Lex lay unconscious, his face pale against the stark white of the sheets, but there was a quiet resilience to him that sparked hope in my heart. I sat by his side, clutching his hand. At the same time, ever vigilant, Anastasia stood near the window, her worried gaze flitting between Lex and the darkening skies outside.I could barely process Sybilla's betrayal. How could someone who'd been trusted turn on us so easily? Every passing moment filled with anxiety mounted the weight on my chest. The council's reaction was unpredictable, and fear of what lay ahead gnawed at me.Anastasia caught my eye, and I could see the unspoken questions forming between us. "He's healing," she said softly, her voice a balm against
*Logan*The shadows around us shrank under the weight of my confusion. I crouched next to Azize, shock rippling as I processed her betrayal. Andrew stood beside me, his fists clenched, the tension in his posture radiating anger and disbelief. We had just tackled our family member, and now the implications of her presence in the cell loomed over us like dark thunderclouds."Why, Azize?" I demanded, the edge of my voice sharper than I intended, but this was an impossible reality. "How could you become a part of Easton's madness?"She glared at me, defiance flickering in her eyes despite her restrained position on the ground. "You don't understand anything, Logan. Easton speaks of our future, where we don't have to bow to weak rulers. We can build something greater."Andrew's voice broke through the tremor of di
*Logan*After transporting Azize to Andrew's private dungeons in his valley, I was swept up in a whirlwind of emotions. It was hard to reconcile the betrayal of the sister I had known and loved. A deep sense of disbelief gnawed at me; how could she turn her back on us? I couldn't shake the questions racing through my mind—what had happened between them? What dark secret did Easton hold over her, convincing her to abandon her blood?As I secured her cell, ensuring that it was impenetrable and that no one could intervene, a heavy weight settled in my chest. Locking the doors seemed like sealing away a part of my soul. This was not just a sister in chains; it felt like I was restraining my hopes and dreams of a united family. I imagined Andrew's reaction when he was finally awakened in this grim place. Would he be wrought with anger or sorrow upon discovering Azize trapped here,
*Dr. Kyle Velikov*The air in my laboratory was tense as I stood over the table, surrounded by scattered notes and various beakers filled with colorful liquids. Hours turned into days, the relentless march of time blurring in the chaos of my frantic attempts to create an antidote for King Alexander's poisoning. The dim overhead light cast long shadows, making the room feel like a sanctum between triumph and despair.After countless trials and failures that made my heart sink deeper with each day, I finally felt it—an exhilarating pulse of certainty. My masterpiece was there: a bright turquoise liquid shimmering with promise. I grinned, the kind of smile from the deepest recesses of joy. I had done it! I'd created the perfect combination to eliminate the poison coursing through the King's veins. The thought filled me with elation, erasing the fatigue that hung from my bones li