The rain had stopped by the time Vaelis stepped out of the Black Rose Café. The streets glistened under the dim glow of streetlights, the air still carrying the crisp scent of the downpour. As she walked, her mind remained on Leo’s words, though not for the reasons he might have hoped.

"I think you and I might have similar goals."

He thought he understood her. Thought she could be lured into whatever game he was playing.

How laughable.

She had no interest in aligning with him—or anyone.

Because unlike the others, her goals were entirely her own.

And no one would ever see them coming.

---

Cara Estate – The Confrontation

The grand estate loomed ahead, its towering gates parting at her arrival. She didn’t need to be told why she had been summoned. It was obvious. The banquet had shifted things. She had been noticed. And that was something her family had never wanted.

The moment she stepped inside, she was greeted with silence. A heavy, suffocating silence.

Lucien Cara sat at the head of the long dining table, a glass of wine in his hand. Evelyn Cara was seated beside him, her gaze sharp, filled with thinly veiled disdain.

Vaelis met their eyes, unbothered.

“You called for me?” she asked, her voice smooth, almost indifferent.

Her father placed his glass down with deliberate care. “I hear you’ve been… making an impression.”

Vaelis tilted her head slightly. “Have I?”

Evelyn’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Do not play dumb, Vaelis. The banquet. That display of yours—”

“You mean the way I carried myself properly?” Vaelis cut in, amusement flickering in her tone. “Or was it the part where people actually noticed me for once?”

Evelyn inhaled sharply, her fingers clenching against the table. “That is not your place. You do not need attention. You need discipline.”

Vaelis’ expression remained unreadable. “Discipline? Like the kind you showed when you discarded me for being an inconvenience?”

Her father’s patience was thinning. “Enough. You are a Cara. You should act like one—”

“Ah,” Vaelis murmured, tapping a finger lightly against the back of a chair. “A Cara. How interesting. Because for years, I was treated as if I didn’t exist. And now that people finally see me, suddenly, I’m a problem?”

Lucien’s jaw tightened. “You do not speak to me that way.”

“And yet,” Vaelis replied, her voice smooth as silk, “here I am, speaking.”

A tense silence fell over the room.

Evelyn’s gaze flickered with something unreadable. Uncertainty, perhaps. They weren’t used to this version of her.

Lucien leaned forward slightly, his voice turning low, threatening. “I will not tolerate reckless behavior. I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you are still under my control, Vaelis. I suggest you remember that.”

For the first time, Vaelis let a smile curve her lips—one that was neither warm nor kind.

“No,” she said softly. “I think you’re mistaken.”

Her father’s gaze darkened. “Excuse me?”

Vaelis straightened, every movement precise, deliberate. “You don’t control me anymore.”

A sharp breath from Evelyn. A flicker of disbelief from Lucien.

“You’re nothing without this family,” Evelyn snapped. “If you think anyone truly values you, you’re a fool.”

Vaelis exhaled a quiet laugh. “Is that what you tell yourself at night?” she mused, tilting her head slightly. “That your daughter is nothing?”

Evelyn stiffened.

Lucien’s fingers curled against the table, but Vaelis had already turned away.

“I came because you called for me,” she said, already stepping toward the door. “But don’t make the mistake of thinking you have power over me.”

She glanced back, her expression unreadable.

“This is the last time you summon me like this.”

And with that, she left.

Behind her, the house—her parents—remained frozen in stunned silence.

For the first time in their lives, they realized.

Vaelis Cara was no longer theirs to control. ----

Ezra Lockhart stood just beyond the estate gates, half-shrouded in the cover of night. The rain had left the pavement slick, and the damp air clung to his clothes, but he barely noticed. His focus was entirely on the grand mansion before him—the place where Vaelis Cara had just walked in.

He hadn’t meant to come here.

Not consciously, at least.

But ever since that night at the banquet, something had shifted. Something had lodged itself deep in his mind, refusing to be ignored.

Vaelis.

He had followed her.

Or rather, his feet had carried him here before his thoughts could catch up.

From where he stood, the view of the estate was limited. The wrought-iron gates, lined with gold embellishments, stretched high, a barrier meant to keep the unwanted out. But Ezra had always been good at navigating shadows.

So, he found his place.

At the far end of the estate, where the iron fence curved alongside the towering hedges, there was a small opening—just wide enough for an unobstructed view of the front doors. He remained hidden in the darkness, the shadows wrapping around him like an old friend.

And then, he saw her.

The moment Vaelis stepped out of the house, something in his chest twisted.

She was calm. Too calm.

But he had seen the storm beneath that still surface.

Ezra’s eyes traced the delicate way she moved, the measured steps, the way her chin tilted ever so slightly—a silent act of defiance against the people who had just tried to put her in her place.

She had won.

He could tell.

Even without hearing the conversation, he knew.

Lucien Cara wasn’t a man who let things slip through his fingers. And yet, as Vaelis walked away, there was no hesitation in her steps, no uncertainty in the way she carried herself.

She had walked into that house as their daughter.

She left as something else entirely.

Something untouchable.

Something he wanted.

Ezra’s fingers curled against the iron bars, his grip tightening.

This wasn’t normal.

He didn’t get attached. He didn’t care for things that didn’t serve a purpose.

But Vaelis…

She wasn’t meant to be ignored.

And the worst part?

She had no idea she was being watched.

Ezra remained in the shadows long after she disappeared down the street.

This wasn’t over.

Not even close.