Rider’s POV
“That’s not possible,” I said flatly, my voice already sharp before Raven even finished his first sentence, because some things simply did not resurface, not after the way we buried them, not after the silence we enforced. “No one speaks her name anymore.”
Raven stood near the center of the room, shoulders tense, eyes too dark, and Declan hovered close by like he was already bracing for impact.
“She said it,” Raven replied quietly. “She said Hera.”
I felt heat crawl up my spine. “Sit,” he added after a pause, gesturing toward the chairs. “I need to explain this properly.”
“I don’t need you to get comfortable,” I snapped. “Start talking.”
Declan cleared his throat. “Rider.”
“Not now,” I shot back without looking at him. “If Bailey knows that name, then something has gone
