HAILEY
There’s clearly something he’s hiding.
I know that much now.
Not just because of the Fenrir thing either but because every single time the topic gets too close to something important, Eamon redirects the conversation so smoothly it almost feels practiced.
And honestly?
That alone unsettles me.
Because Eamon used to be terrible at hiding things from me growing up.
If he lied, his left eyebrow twitched slightly. If he was nervous, he talked faster. If he was guilty, he avoided eye contact entirely. If it's too serious, he promised to tell me later and later doesn't exceed a day.
Now?
Now he looks me directly in the eyes while withholding information like breathing became second nature to him.
The realization sits strangely in my chest.
Still—
I don’t push again.
Not bec
