Chapter 6022

Behind him, Julian’s voice cracked through the vaulted hallway like a whip.

“An assassin! Protect the envoy! Seal the treasury! Catch that thief!”

Jared risked a glance over his shoulder. Torchlight spilled across Julian as the Manor Lord rallied the incoming guards, issuing orders with commanding authority. Yet beneath that urgency, a fleeting glint of calculation flickered in the older man’s eyes—gone as quickly as it appeared.

Jared moved fast.

He cut through archways and side corridors, gliding past rock gardens and covered walkways. His steps were silent, his pulse rapid but controlled.

Every turn was deliberate. Each carved screen and narrow bend broke Mr. Clive’s line of sight, forcing the envoy’s senses to chase echoes instead of certainty.

Chaotic force wrapped around him like a shroud, folding his presence into a seam of stillness. Only the faint mark Mr. Clive had locked onto kept the envoy from losing him entirely.