Wren's POV
Corwin finds me two days later in the small stone room off the infirmary he's converted into something between a laboratory and a training space, jars of dried herbs lining one wall, a wide circle of scorched stone set into the floor at its center like it's absorbed the memory of every dangerous thing tested inside it. I've walked past this room a dozen times since arriving and never once let myself wonder what it was for. Some part of me, I think, already knew, and wasn't ready to ask.
"You said Callum told you your gift was too dangerous to control," he says, without preamble, the way he always begins conversations, already three steps into a thought before he lets you catch up. "I'd like to test whether that was true, or whether it was simply useful for him to believe it wa
