Malakar's POV.
The room has gone quiet - not a single sound can be heard save from the sound of Velara's staggered breathing. The joyous atmosphere from just moments ago completely dissipated.
Our mother sits in the far corner, wringing her hands in her lap - eyes unfocused and filled to the brim with unshed tears.
Lucian watches her just as he watches Hope and me. His eyes dart wildly from one to the other. His shoulders are tense, his back rigid - jaw tight, unyielding. A strange fire burns behind his wild eyes.
Morgana sits on the sofa, stunned. She holds onto Talon's hand as if her life depended on it. Talon keeps his gaze firmly locked on the carpet in front of him, but I can see the wheels spinning - he looks just as intrigued as he does upset by the epic bombshell that Hope drop
