They.
Arkai flinched, wrath igniting in his gaze at the mention of the interceptors. But the fire was instantly extinguished, doused by the bone-deep grief he saw reflected in Cecilia's face.
He widened his eyes. Cecilia… he just realized the way her eyes looked. They were tired. Not the tiredness from a sleepless night, but the exhaustion his mother used to wear the morning after she had cried all night.
This woman… she was here, in the epicenter of a tragedy she had tried to prevent, beating herself raw over the viciousness of others.
She shouldered the consequences of a betrayal she did not commit.
Those people…
"I don't know what happened down there in the capital, but I will forever be on your side."
He was no fool. The silence from the capital wasn't peace. It would soon become the eye of the hurricane. An uproar was inevitable.
