KIERYGAN'S POV
“I think I know what Eirlys is.”
For a moment, it felt like all the air had been punched from my lungs. Evander might always look laid back, but being centuries older than any of us meant he carried hundreds—no, thousands—of truths in his cunning mind.
And whenever he said he thought he’d found something, it was almost always fact.
Silence fell, absolute and heavy. Even Callum’s restless shifting stilled. Every gaze locked onto Evander, a flicker of hope, excitement, and a sliver of dread sparking through each of us.
My jaw tightened. “Tell me,” I said quietly, firmly. “What is she, Evander?”
But before Evander could open his mouth, Orryx raised a single finger to stop him. “Not here,” he said, shaking his head. “Seems the walls have ears these days.”
“Agreed,” Callum
