LENAKael’s expression shifted slightly, not into softness, but into something more guarded. “You are not the intended variable in most internal operations within this estate.”I blinked at him. “That doesn’t answer my question.”“It does,” he replied.“No, it doesn’t,” I snapped, frustration breaking through the confusion now. “Because people don’t just send trained men into your house to kill your guards for fun.”His jaw tightened slightly at the word kill, but he didn’t correct me. “They were not sent for your guards,” he said after a moment.My stomach dropped slightly. “They were sent for me.”Kael didn’t answer immediately. And when he finally did, his gaze shifted slightly past me, toward the door, as if the answer itself didn’t belong in the room with us.“You are no longer protected by assumption.”A cold silence followed and then, softly, almost like an afterthought that should have never been spoken at all—“And that next time, they will not miss.”Kael didn’t move for a m
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