The moment Callum’s words left his mouth, the world seemed to freeze around us.
Kieran took a slow step forward, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “You’re lying.”
Callum didn’t flinch. “I’m not.”
His voice was steady, but I saw the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers twitched as if resisting the urge to reach for his blade.
I felt like the ground had been ripped from beneath me. I stared at Callum, my mind racing to make sense of his confession. “You’re one of us?” My voice was barely above a whisper, but in the stillness of the clearing, it might as well have been a shout.
Callum’s jaw tightened. “I don’t know what I am.”
Isolde exhaled softly, a knowing gleam in her ancient eyes. “But you do, Callum Graves. You have always known. You simply refused to see.”
He turned to
