Chapter 195

Third Person's POV

The image on Elara's WolfComm glowed faintly in the dim backstage light.

A photograph—grainy, taken days ago at the orphanage.

In the picture, Sivya had been called on stage to speak, a teenage boy standing beside her as the young host. His frame—slender, sharp-edged—was painfully familiar. The same height, the same set of shoulders, the same restless energy as the masked kidnap