At Level Eight, in the Celestial-King Palace, Onneas, overlord of the Fourth Hall, paced beneath crystal vaulting that glittered like cages of starlight. Every measured step echoed her determination to find a way to pull Jared back from peril.
Isabel burst through the chamber doors, breath quick, fists tight around her skirts. "Ms. Dusko, Enaricus has arrived with a full escort. They're already standing at the main gate. Shall I allow them inside?"
"What does he want?" Onneas asked, her voice colder than the polished marble underfoot. A faint line carved itself between her brows.
Enaricus possessed his own lavish pavilion. Since the Celestial King had departed for level nine, entrusting the palace to Onneas, no other lord was free to wander these halls. For Enaricus to show up now, escorted and unannounced, could only herald trouble.
Isabel wet her lips, then added, "He claims he's here to discuss urgent matters with you."
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