Wren's POV
For a moment, none of us move, the three of us caught in the strange, suspended stillness that follows news too large to process all at once. Somewhere down the hall, I can hear the ordinary sounds of the house continuing, footsteps, a door closing, someone laughing at something in the kitchen, and it feels wrong that the world outside this room hasn't paused to match the way everything inside it just tilted sideways.
The bag falls out of my hands before I fully register, letting go of it.
"That's not possible," I say, though even as the words leave my mouth I hear how thin they sound, how much I want them to be true rather than actually believe they are. "He came from Callum. He said he was sent by Callum."
"He may well have been," Corwin says grimly. "That doesn't mean the
