~Bethany~
My eyes drift to where Mosley is seated as I try to make sense of what I just heard.
He’s…he’s a Glacilyte?
That’s impossible. Those creatures don’t exist. They are mere folklore. Or aren’t they?
Where is the reaper when I need him? f*****g kill and reap my soul right away.
No wonder the ice elemental could cause a snowstorm without batting an eye.
If he is a Glacilyte…wait. I turn to him and ask, “Does the Liminal order know?”
He is seething with anger as he replies, “Just the three fools beside you.”
Olyon dons a smile, relaxes his body, resting his back on the chair as if he's ready to watch a spectacular drama unfold.
“You're a-”
“Don’t say it,” he cuts me off.
Suddenly, his ignoring me and wanting to stay away from me starts to make sense. Does he know? Does he kn
