The healer’s eyes snapped back to their natural hue. The whiteness bled away slowly, like mist retreating before dawn, until her irises were as they once were. She remained seated beside Lucien, her hands trembling faintly in her lap.
Her head bowed, her hair shielding her face. She could not speak… not after what she had just witnessed in the endless current of the vision.
She rose abruptly, pushing herself to her feet with a suddenness that betrayed her desperation to leave.
Lucien immediately stood as well. His eyes never left her, as though tethered by an unseen cord.
Ronan shifted in his seat, prepared to trail after them, but Lucien’s hand snapped up in a sharp gesture.
“Stay,” Lucien said, his tone low but commanding. “Watch the trial.”
Ronan hesitated, then sat again, his gaz
