Chapter Forty Seven — Kronos Remembers (Part 1)
Alvaro's Point of View
I knew she hadn't told me everything.
This was not a complaint. I had learned, in the months since Emerald had walked through my gates with her luggage and her certainty and her silver charms, that the gift worked on its own timeline and that the timeline was not always immediately legible to anyone other than the person carrying it. She processed before she shared. This was not evasion — it was the discipline of someone who had learned the hard way that half-assembled intelligence delivered prematurely caused more damage than the same intelligence delivered complete and ready.
I trusted her process.
I also lay awake after she fell asleep — finally, briefly, her body overriding her mind's insistence on staying vigi
