Third-party POV
“I can’t believe my eyes—you actually caught her!” Cario exclaimed, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and awe as he stood before the prison cell. Sailas had kept his word. The boy really pulled it off, he thought, a slow grin spreading across his face.
Inside the cell, Seraphina stood with her arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the unconscious figure sprawled on the cold stone floor. The girl's delicate frame lay motionless, her brunette hair cascading over her face. But the scent that clung to the air—lavender and honey—left no room for doubt.
“It’s her,” Seraphina murmured. “Ara.”
“I never make promises I can’t keep,” Sailas said, a sly smirk curling his lips.
“I told you,” Seraphina added, her voice laced with pride. “Sailas is the best strategist you'll ever meet.”
