And yet—he had simply let them go.
No dark threats whispered in her ear. No ransom demands. He just returned them to this gilded cage as if they were VIP guests getting dropped off from a joyride.
It made zero sense.
Unless…
Her plump bottom lip trembled just a fraction, though she forced her delicate features to stay frozen. The suited guards by the door hadn't twitched a single muscle.
That blind obedience made the blood boil hot beneath her skin, bringing a faint, angry flush to her chest.
She couldn't get her hands on him. Not yet.
But she desperately needed to understand his game.
Her gaze dropped, long lashes casting shadows over her cheeks as her thoughts darkened.
"Why… her?" she wondered, the unspoken thought turning bitter on her tongue. "Why Neauril? What does he want from her? Does he…"
She swallowed hard, the slender column of her throat bobbing.
"…Does he remember everything too?"
