In a hidden, shadowed location, a figure stood in silence, frustration simmering beneath the surface. She slammed her phone down after the call ended, her voice sharp with anger.

“Damn it!” The curse echoed through the dimly lit room, but the figure remained cloaked in darkness, her identity concealed.

“Who could have thought Ella was the highly sought healer?" she muttered, her voice low and indistinct filled with venom.

The figure paced, clearly unsettled, her movements ...