The silence after Aria’s whisper was deafening.
Kael’s entire body froze — every muscle locked, his heartbeat a thunderstorm in his chest.
“Brother?” he repeated, voice low, dangerous.
Aria blinked, her breath shallow. “It wasn’t a dream. I saw his eyes… he looked like you, Kael.”
Rylan moved closer, tension flickering through his frame. “She’s delirious,” he said quickly. “You’re both seeing things that aren’t there.”
Kael ignored him. His eyes burned gold as he crouched beside Aria. “Tell me exactly what you saw.”
Her voice shook. “A hooded man with the same mark as mine. He said the second marked one lives… and then he called me ‘little Luna.’”
Kael’s blood went cold.
That nickname — little Luna — only one person had ever used it before.
His older brother. The one who should’ve
