Krissan stood in the doorway of Elena's room, her heart a mix of love and dread. The revelation that Deyonjay might still be alive was a shadow she couldn't shake, casting a pall over everything she had worked so hard to achieve. Elena's peaceful slumber was a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside her mother.
She quietly closed the door and made her way to her study, where Marcus awaited her with an updated report. The room was dimly lit, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the walls. Marcus looked up as she entered, his expression grim.
"Miss Krissan," he began, handing her a file. "We've gathered more information from the prisoner. It seems he was indeed coerced, but the details are still murky. He insists that it was Deyonjay who gave the orders."
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