CHAPTER NINETY-TWO
The forest whispers its ancient secrets around us as we stand gathered in the clearing, moonlight dappling the ground through the dense canopy above. The tension is a palpable force, stirring the cool night air and prickling at the base of my neck. Tristan stands before Silas and me, his hazel eyes searching mine for forgiveness, remorse etched into the lines of his face.
"Are you certain about this?" I murmur to Silas, my voice barely louder than the rustle of leaves underfoot. His brown eyes lock onto mine, steady and unyielding. He places a warm, reassuring hand on my shoulder, grounding me.
"We need allies, Aria," Silas replies softly, his gaze flickering towards Tristan with an unreadable expression. "And if Tristan's information can help us against the rogues...
