Kyle stood in the quiet hallway, his hand still on the doorknob, his eyes locked onto the strange scene before him.
The early morning light filtered faintly through the windows, but the air was heavy with tension—and mana.
He could feel it pulsing like a heartbeat, faint but present, lingering in the space like smoke after a fire.
Silvy was practically seething, her hands clenched at her sides, her entire frame stiff with restrained fury.
Her cheeks were bright red, and her voice trembled with a barely-contained shout as she glared at the girl standing in front of her.
The same girl Kyle had caught sneaking into his room the night before.
"I'm going to ask one more time. What were you doing in my fiancé's room?"
Silvy said, voice tight.
The girl, clearly disoriented and wide-eyed, looked from Silvy to Kyle and back again. mHer lips parted, then closed, as if the words were refusing to come out.
Eventually, she shook her head.
