Ty’s POV
Beta Ian? Are you there?
It’s late—late enough that Evie and I have both pretended to go to sleep. Even with the blankets, the floor is hard and the air is cold. I’d use my body to warm her in a split second if she asked, but I won’t suggest it. It’s shaming enough for her to sleep in the same room as me like this, but we didn’t exactly have any choice in the matter.
Your Majesty? Is that you?
I haven’t utilized the mind link in many months. They don’t usually include me in their day-to-day affairs; they only reach out to me when it has to do with myself or Meridian.
Yes, it’s me. I have news to report.
It’s good to hear from you, sir. I’m listening.
Abbott and Anastasia Crescent are both dead—murdered by Carlisle Gibbous. I witnessed the attack firsthand.
Moon God. Whe
