EIRLYS' POV
The doors had long since closed behind the departing vampire visitors, but the silence they left behind clung to the air like fog. Neither Kierygan nor Evander made a move to leave—so I didn’t either.
I turned to Evander. “What did you mean when you said they learned more than we realized?”
He leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming lightly on the armrest. “Lucius doesn’t speak to pass the time,” he said after a beat. “He speaks to see how others react. He listens more than he talks.”
I frowned. “So… he reads minds?”
“Not exactly,” he replied. “But he’s lived long enough to read people.”
I glanced at Kierygan, hoping for something—confirmation, reassurance—but his gaze was distant. Fixed on nothing. So I turned back to Evander.
“Did I say too much?” I asked quietly.
