The bond warmed.
Callen.
Not because he had seen the drawing.
Because something in her had reacted to him within it.
Saniya, who missed nothing, whispered, “Are you going to send it to him?”
Sarai did not answer right away.
The picture felt private and not private at the same time. It had come from Silver Crest. From Eli. From a child’s innocent sight. But the man in the drawing was unmistakable.
Long dark hair.
Sunlit eyes.
Big wolf king.
Callen should know.
But not because everyone else decided.
Because Sarai chose.
She opened Callen’s contact.
For a moment, she simply looked at his name.
Then typed.
Sarai:
Can I send you something?
His reply came almost immediately.
Callen:
Yes.
Then, a second later:
Callen:
Only if you want to.
Sarai smiled faintly.
Sarai:
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