Chapter 115.
Leclair stood quietly by the window, his gaze unfocused as he looked out into the darkening sky. The room behind him was bathed in the soft golden glow of the bedside lamps. Two small cradles, placed side by side, rocked gently with the occasional movement of the precious lives inside them.
Seraphina and Aurelius — the twin stars of their family.
Leclair’s eyes softened as he turned to glance at the twins. They were sleeping soundly, their tiny chests rising and falling rhythmically, utterly unaware of the chaos churning in the adult world outside these four walls.
Leclair folded his arms across his chest, his reflection ghosted faintly in the window glass. His lips moved without sound, muttering a quiet prayer.
Please... let everything go according to the plan. Let them come back safely.
It was not often that Leclair prayed. But tonight, he made an exception.
The thought of Isaac — that stubborn, reckless fool — facing Dorian alone made a tight knot form in his stomach. And if anything happened to Diana, or even Luri... Leclair shut his eyes tightly for a moment.
He could only wait.
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Meanwhile, far from the warmth of the house, in a derelict warehouse under the ink-black sky, Isaac sat tied to a rusting chair, chains biting into his wrists.
He lifted his head slowly as footsteps echoed across the concrete floor.
Dorian Shaw returned, his long coat trailing behind him like a shadow. But this time, his hands weren’t empty.