~~Raya’s PoV~~
Tristan’s growl echoes around the great hall, bouncing off the stone walls and floating up to the rafters of the hammerbeam ceiling that soars above us.
“You are not taking anyone.” His words are so deep and rumbled that I can’t be sure if it’s actually Tristan speaking or if Griffin has taken over. Perhaps it's a combination of them both. “Especially them.”
Of course I agree with him but I have other questions too, and one in particular: “Why us?”
I don’t know if the Faceless woman in disguise will answer that, but she does, in a roundabout way. “We won’t kill you. If that was what we wanted, we could have done it already.”
Perhaps that is true. They could have certainly killed Bertie at least, since he was unaware of their existence until recently.
“So what do you wa
