Racheal stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide as she looked up at the man who now stood before her.
His beauty was almost unnatural—sharp features and sharper gaze. There was something about this man that made her feel uneasy and secure at the same time.
She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Her throat was dry. Her limbs refused to move.
The man—Kyle—tilted his head slightly, unfazed by her silence.
"Hand over your brother. He committed a crime against me. I'm here to see that he faces the consequences."
He said, voice calm but firm.
Racheal blinked, and something in her snapped. The haze lifted, and her breath came back in a single, sharp inhale.
"I don't have a brother. I have no idea what you're talking about."
She said, lifting her chin.
Kyle's expression didn't shift, but the air around him thickened.
"It's cute. But futile. The residual mana trail led me here, and I know he's inside. You're protecting him."
He said mildly.
Her eyes narrowed.
