The long, polished table stretched out before me, candles flickering softly in the dim light. Tonight felt different—more official, more serious. Zebrik sat beside me, steady and calm as always, but inside I was a bundle of nerves. Charloette was on my other side, chatting quietly, though I caught the way her eyes flicked toward me now and then.
Across the table, Andrew leaned forward, his expression serious. I could tell this wasn’t going to be a casual conversation.
“Abby,” he said, his voice low but firm, “there’s something I need to tell you. Something important about how we might find the person hunting you.”
My heart caught in my throat. Hunting me? The words felt heavy, like stones pressing against my ribs.
Andrew’s eyes met mine, steady and unwavering. “There’s a way to track e
