Liora walked beside him, silent but unusually tense. His sharp eyes never stopped moving, flicking from shadowed tree lines to the distant figures on the road ahead. He wasn't just alert—he was expecting something. That was never a good sign.
"You're scanning too much," Kael muttered, keeping his voice low. "Expecting trouble?"
Liora's smirk was absent, replaced by something colder. "Coincidences don't survive in this business."