Rhys’s brows shot up.
“You already knew you were the First Light?” he asked.
“Not exactly,” Echo said, grabbing a chair and settling into it. Rhys sat across from her, and Echo could feel his gaze on her as she twined her fingers in her lap, trying to decide how much to reveal.
“Echo, just tell me,” Rhys chided.
“Well… you know that I’m a witch.”
Rhys nodded, his expression patient. Echo continued, “Well, I’m also a medium. I see spirits.”
She paused to let that sink in, but Rhys was unfazed.
“So you were informed about the Three Lights sometime in the past,” Rhys guessed.
“Not too distant, actually. My mother appeared a few days ago, and she told me a few pieces of the story.”
Echo quickly filled him in on the conversation, and Rhys seemed perplexed.
“Why didn’t you dig deeper?
