We left Myra locked down and under double watch. There was no light, no window, no way to warn whoever was waiting. I didn’t trust her, not even for a second, but I trusted that her fear was real. And I trusted the weight in her voice when she said that name.
Kellen.
The kind of name that sticks in your ribs when you hear it. It was not loud. Not legendary. But it was known, in the way shadows are known. Quiet. Constant. And dangerous.
I didn’t know him personally. But Rome did and that was enough to go on.
He hadn’t said a word since Myra confessed. He just stood there, his jaw tense, and eyes locked on the floor like if he stared hard enough, he could erase the past that was about to walk into our future.
“Talk to me,” I said finally, turning to him, wanting him to communicate, to t
