"You've made quite a few enemies, I must say,"
Captain Rhea said as she adjusted her seat, eyes fixed on Daylan through the call gate.
"I don't know what you're mixed up in, and frankly, I don't want to. Just remember—if it goes against the law, then that makes you my enemy too."
Daylan stared at her, his expression unreadable, as Rhea rose from her seat and left with a salute—and a wink.
Daylan didn't need Rhea to flaunt her authority to know that something was brewing behind the scenes.
Astara's decision to leave—and the sudden visit and arrest by Medora's mother, Lyra—still lingered in his mind.
He sat on the floor, rats nibbling at the shards of his bread beside his legs. His back rested against the wall, head tilted slightly upward, lost in thought.
He couldn't rule out the possibility that Astara was somehow involved. Her actions and decisions suggested she knew something—but at the same time, it was hard to believe. Or maybe he just didn't want to believe it.
