He paused, considering. "How about you go somewhere else instead?"
Vanessa lifted her head again.
"Where?"
"The Blossom Tower."
Vanessa became silent.
Her expression turned thoughtful—almost distant—as though weighing memories against duty. The corridor light caught the faint tension in her jaw.
After several long seconds, she gave a single, slow nod.
"Understood, milord."
Kaelan placed a brief, steadying hand on her head. "Good. Prepare to leave at first light tomorrow. I will arrange the escort and the message for Isolde."
He turned and walked away down the corridor, footsteps measured and unhurried.
Vanessa remained where she was for a moment longer, staring at the closed door of Luna's room.
Then she straightened her shoulders, exhaled once, and followed him.
Twelve more hours slipped away.
