Once Samuel got to his car, he didn't get in immediately. He stood there for a moment, one hand resting on the roof, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady the storm inside him.
The conversation replayed in his head, every word, every look, every hesitation from Kiara. It wasn't just the fight that lingered. It was the realization that things had shifted beyond what he could control.
Slowly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. His jaw tightened as he stared at the screen for a second before dialing a number he clearly knew by heart.
The call connected after a few rings.
"I think I've gotten it. Very soon, we shall be using it." Samuel said, his voice low but steady.
There was a brief pause on the other end, followed by a voice that carried both curiosity and caution. "Gotten what?"
Samuel leaned back against the car, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stared into nothing. "Our trump card."
Another pause. Longer this time. "Which one?"
