But the only answer was the echo of her fading steps, growing more distant with every second.

“This isn’t right, Rafayel. Something’s wrong. I’m going to her!” I said, my voice firm with urgency.

I grabbed my coat in a rush, throwing it over my shoulders as I moved toward the door, determined to leave. But before I could take another step, Rafayel’s hand shot out, gripping my arm firmly and stopping me in my tracks.

“This isn’t right, Rafayel. Something’s wrong. I’m going to her!” I said, my voice sharp with determination.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, his voice low and commanding. His eyes burned with something deeper...