49. Tides of Secrets

A fine mist veiled the sea like a lover's breath against glass. Atop a jagged cliffside overlooking the restless tides stood a secluded estate, ancient stone kissed by brine and shadow. The wind curled around ivy-wrapped walls, carrying with it the distant sound of waves crashing far below.

Inside, everything was quiet. Too quiet.

Elara stepped through the arched doorway of the drawing room, her boots echoing softly against the marble floors. The estate rumored to have once belonged to a royal assassin was now under the protection of an old ally who owed her mother a life-debt. It was a place not even the Republic knew existed. And for now, it was the only safe harbor they had.

She paused by the tall window, gazing at the sea that stretched endlessly into mist and memory. "It's beautiful," she whispered.

Behind her, Aeron stepped into the light. "So are you."