The next morning came quietly. No final words. No warning glance. Just the sound of suitcases being zipped and footsteps echoing in the hallway.
Raya folded Seraphina's clothes with steady hands, her face calm, though her nerves twisted into tight knots beneath the surface. Adrian had barely looked at her all morning. He seemed colder somehow, as if something else weighed heavily on his mind or maybe she had simply crossed a line by questioning him the day before.
When the car arrived, Raya followed Grigor out silently, her things packed. Adrian was already seated in the back of the sleek black vehicle, staring out the window. She slipped into the seat beside him.
They didn't speak.
