In the dim room, lit only by the pale moonlight spilling through the window, silence settled like a veil.
Dorian sat beside Rosalind, no longer teasing as he had earlier. He watched her quietly, his gaze softer than ever. When she turned to look at him, their eyes met.
And in that still moment, it felt as if nothing stood between them anymore. Only the raw, unspoken presence of two hearts laid bare.
After a while, it was Rosalind who broke the silence.
"Was the journey smooth this time?" she asked softly, her voice still tinged with sleep.
Dorian tilted his head slightly. The corner of his lips lifted into a faint smile, but she could see the disappointment buried deep within his eyes.
"Not exactly," he admitted. "But perhaps… that was to be expected."
Finding a trace of Magnus couldn't possibly be as simple as sending people out and waiting. If it were that easy, they wouldn't have needed to come this far.
