I Am Prepared

Selena's heart raced as Ambrose gestured for her to follow him into the Tower. Her feet felt heavy, and her palms were clammy, but she forced herself to move. Her eyes remained on Ambrose as her mind raced.

Alex, however, stood frozen at the entrance, his jaw tight and his eyes narrowed dangerously at Ambrose's retreating figure. The smug smirk Ambrose had thrown in his direction had only fueled Alex's irritation. His fingers itched to grab Ambrose by the collar but he restrained himself. Barely.

Inside, Selena followed Ambrose down a long corridor, her footsteps echoing faintly against the marble floor. The air was cool, and she felt small amidst the towering walls lined with books and magical artifacts. Ambrose didn't say a word as he led her to a private chamber, his silence doing little to calm her nerves.