Alaric and his men moved through the corridors like shadows.
They had cloth pulled over their noses, careful not to breathe too deeply. The air still carried traces of the powder, though it was now faint. They walked past the unconscious guards who were scattered along the way.
Aidan glanced around. "Why is he bringing her here?" he muttered under his breath. "Why the Emperor's wing?"
Alaric didn't answer. His jaw was tight, his eyes fixed straight ahead.
He already knew the answer would scare him.
They stopped in front of a door, Arin's door.
Alaric raised a hand and the men spread out instantly, taking positions on both sides of the entrance.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Daphne stood frozen.
She looked around slowly with confusion written all over her face.
"What are we doing here?" she asked, her
Arel turned to face her, then said, "This...is where it all started."
Her brows knit together. "What started?"
