“A ring,” I said. “Then it flew away.”
His jaw dropped slightly. “Wait—what?! What kind of bird was it?”
“I’m not sure. It was dark. Black, maybe. I couldn’t make out the exact color in the night. But it acted really weird.”
Everett stared at me, stunned. “And the ring? What did it look like?”
I shook my head. “I didn’t really know what to make of it,” I said. “It was gold, with strange markings and stuff. I put it in the drawer. I didn’t know what to do with it.”
Everett opened his mouth, clearly about to say something—when a faint voice whispered.
“Leander…”
Both of us turned sharply.
My eyes landed on the little boy still lying in Kaia’s arms.
His eyes were on me, but right now, they didn’t look normal. They looked cold and glassy, barely conscious—but there was no doubt that h
