The cold air bit at Emilia’s skin as she and Raymond approached the looming front door of Elias’s estate. It felt like stepping into the den of a wolf, quite literally. She swallowed hard, glancing at Raymond, whose expression was set in stone. He lifted his fist and banged on the door, the sound reverberating like a war drum.

Several tense moments passed before the heavy door creaked open, revealing Elder Elias in his full, smug glory. He leaned against the doorframe, his sharp eyes darting between them. “To what do I owe this unwelcome visit?”

Raymond didn’t waste time on pleasantries. “Where is Freya?” His voice was low and...