Morning sunlight streamed through the wide glass panes of the Kingston mansion, painting the dining room in soft golden hues. The air was quiet, too quiet, the kind of silence that didn’t soothe—but unsettled.

Raina descended the grand staircase, her footsteps light against the marble floor. She wore a simple silk robe tied loosely at the waist, her hair swept into a lazy bun. Despite the chaos of the night before, her face held a calm expression—but it didn’t reach her eyes.

She didn’t want it to show, but it did, even if it was just a little.

She was still traumatized from yesterday's events and rightfully so.

For a...