Roisin
Visaris' voice hummed through the mindlink, a soft pressure against my thoughts. “Have you told Olivine the truth about your past?” He didn’t bother mincing words, stirring the unease that had been lodged in my chest since this all began.
I nodded discreetly, trying not to draw Olivine's attention. “Yes, I’ve told him everything.” I responded.
There was no more hiding. No more lies. The secrets of my past—the rejection, the murder, the running—were all out now, laid bare between us. But even with that, the tension between Olivine and me hadn’t eased.
Visaris shifted his gaze from me to Olivine, his expression sharpening with seriousness. “Olivine, there’s something I need to bring to your attention. It involves Roisin.”
Olivine's face tightened, his usual carefree demeanor repl
