My hands gripped the map. Seraphine's advice echoed in my mind: "Find your brother an enemy he can see."But there was no enemy to find, no name, no face. Just poison, fear, and a ghost who had slipped through our halls unseen.Rael leaned against the wall, his jaw tight, his body still shaking from the curse’s aftermath. My own chest ached seeing him like that, feeling his anger and pain burning through our bond.“We can’t hunt ghosts,” I said finally, voice low. “If we let ourselves chase this, we’ll lose control entirely.”Mother stepped forward, the weight of her presence pressing down.“Control is precisely why you must meet Brom directly,” she said, voice steady, firm. “Diplomacy first. Strength behind your words. Punishment can come later once we survive the storm.”Rael spat blood lightly, shaking his head. “Diplomacy,” he rasped. “They poison us, and you want to smile and bow?”I ignored the jolt of pain in my chest, the bond flaring at his fury.“We don’t bow. We negotiate
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