"A contact." Isabelle echoed, her voice tinged with skepticism. "And where is this contact now?"
Alexander's expression darkened, his eyes flickering with an unreadable emotion. He moved away from the well, his movements tense and deliberate. "He's waiting for me. Or he was, the last I heard."
He started walking towards the far end of the courtyard, his steps quick and purposeful. Isabelle hurried to keep up, her mind racing with a thousand questions.
"Alexander, wait!" She reached out and grabbed his arm, forcing him to stop. "You can't just... just go meet with some mysterious contact! What if it's a trap? What if they're waiting for you?"
He turned to face her, his blue eyes intense and unreadable. "It's a risk I'm willing to take. You, on the other hand, should not be taking any risks at all. I thought I made that clear."
