After Bael was gone, Graemory remained standing before the door, her hand still resting on the handle.
Her brows were furrowed, her expression looking into the distant as a strange unease settled deep in her chest.
"Is that true? Did they really already find Clyde?" the thought crawled into her mind like frost, making her anxious. "If that's true, then I need to meet him soon... I have to tell him."
She clenched her jaw, then let out a slow breath.
"Calm down, Graemory. Nothing is certain yet." Her gaze flicked to the empty hallway outside the door. "Bael said he 'had a feeling'—but that's not proof. Clyde has stayed hidden for this long. For him to suddenly get caught... it doesn't make sense.I have to search for the truth first."
With that, she turned away from the door and walked back to the table.
Her wine sat forgotten there, the deep red liquid catching the last flickers of the candlelight. Without hesitation, she picked it up and drained the glass in a single gulp.
