She studied him for another moment before nodding. "Come on."
She turned and started walking, and Jude followed, moving through the streets of Leonork as though he had never been gone. But as they walked, Lisa couldn't shake the feeling that something unseen was walking with them, lingering just beyond her perception.
Roy was waiting.
When they arrived, the tension in the air was palpable before they even stepped inside. The moment Lisa opened the door, the weight of Roy's presence filled the space. He was standing near the window, his posture rigid, his hands curled into fists at his sides.
He did not turn immediately, but when he did, his eyes locked onto Jude with a sharpness that could have cut through steel.
"You," Roy said, his voice low and controlled, but the fury beneath it was unmistakable.
Jude met his gaze without flinching.
"You came back," Roy continued, his tone laced with something between anger and disbelief.
Jude nodded.
