“Allorah!” he presses, worry contrasting with the frustration in his voice.
“Hamar was using glimmer,” I blurt.
“What?” The white fights to consume Elmir’s eyes as his lids hold themselves painfully open. “How would you—”
“He told me,” I say quickly. Then nerves and fear prompt me to speak even faster. I rush to tell Elmir of what I saw in the alleyway—what I suspect was glimmer changing hands to Aria from a fae accomplice. Of what Hamar told me on his bed and his confusion of how he’d become addicted to the substance he’d never meant to take in the first place. My theory of Aria using it to lure Hamar here, alone.
“They were planning this… Going after you that day was nothing more than an unexpected opportunity. That was why their k********g attempt seemed so haphazard. It was a crime
