Emma chewed on her lower lip, her gaze fixed on the vast window that revealed the island in sharp, unobstructed clarity.
Sunlight spilled faintly across the glass, illuminating the distant shoreline and the restless stretch of land beyond, but her focus was not on the scenery. It was on what might happen next.
Beside her stood Domella, composed yet faintly strained. Jeromy and Abaris lingered nearby, both remained quiet.
Off to the side, Erwin's expression was unmistakable. His jaw was tight, his brows drawn together, as though he had been holding back his thoughts for far too long.
"Changing the team partner on such short notice… aren't you putting too much faith in William?" Delimore asked, his tone edged with restrained doubt.
Domella exhaled slowly. The sigh carried more weight than words ever could. She had already answered this question more times than she cared to count. Repeating herself now would change nothing. So she remained silent.
