“Tell me you’re not serious.”
Rion’s voice was sharp, his eyes flashing with an emotion I couldn’t place. He stood in front of the large oak table, where the others had gathered, his fists clenched at his sides.
I couldn’t breathe. The weight of his words pressed down on me as if the walls of the room had started to close in.
“You heard me right.” My voice felt hollow. I didn’t know how to explain it, but the suspicion gnawing at me had been growing for days. Something wasn’t right, and I could feel it deep in my bones.
“Eira,” Rion continued, taking a step forward, his gaze never leaving mine. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying,” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat, “there’s a traitor among us.”
The room went deathly silent, and for a long moment, no one moved.
Ethan, my son,
