The sky was a deep shade of violet as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting elongated shadows across the quiet school grounds. The week had been chaotic—too much had happened, too fast.
Louis and Ellie sat on the worn wooden benches near the football field, the floodlights flickering as they hummed to life. The air was crisp, carrying the distant laughter of students leaving for the weekend, but neither of them paid attention. Their focus was on something far heavier.
The kidnapping attempt.
Ellie pulled her jacket tighter around herself, her eyes flickering with unease. The past few days had been a storm—from the revelations about their bloodline to the arrival of the Holy Order, and now this. Someone had tried to take her. And they had nearly succeeded.
