"Ezekiel and West did what?!" East's voice cracked the air, his eyes wide and spinning, as though he'd just been hit with a powerful wave.
His hands trembled slightly, almost making him drop the crimson orb he'd been holding—a delicate artifact that was essential for their next critical training session. It was as if the entire world around him had shifted with those words.
Before Sebastian could even utter another word, East raised a hand to stop him, his gaze darting around the room with a quickness that suggested he feared the very walls had ears. He checked every corner, every shadow, as though expecting someone to jump out and confirm that what he'd just heard was a cruel joke.
Only once he was satisfied that the room was safe did he step forward, his strides purposeful and heavy, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Where are they now?"
