Chapter Forty Seven — Kronos Remembers (Part 2)
Alvaro's Point of View
I sat with that.
The forest went on doing its nighttime business. The woods hummed. The camp seemed full of life behind me, full of sleeping people who did not know what the last reincarnation of the moon goddess's memory-keeper had just told him in the dark.
Kronos was quiet.
He had said what needed to be said. He was not going to soften it or take it back or offer me a version that was easier to sit with. This was one of the things about him that I had never been able to be entirely angry at even in the worst moments of our relationship — his absolute refusal to give me something comfortable at the cost of something true.
I thought about Emerald.
Not the seer. Not the prophet. Not the last of two bloodlines or
