Chapter 273

Aurora's Perspective After the meeting, the heavy, almost suffocating pressure from the study seemed to cling to my skin like a film. I followed Lex out in silence through the thick wooden door, leaving Father, the uncles, and the shadow of that name—*Seyoum*—behind. The commotion in the front courtyard had died down considerably. The raw victory celebration had faded, giving way to the practical work of cleanup. Morning light had finally spread fully, revealing a cold, clear autumn day. Lex and I walked down the corridor toward the west wing, which housed the family's small infirmary and lounge area where Brett was presumably still under observation. Neither of us spoke. I was still processing the meeting's contents. Lex, I could tell, was already switching gears. The line of his jaw was tight, his gaze heavier than usual. We had just reached the small lounge outside the infirmary when we heard voices from within. Not medical staff. Brett’s voice, still w