She opened her eyes to look up directly into his, her breathing came in sharp and rapid succession as her body trembled within his embrace.
“Tell me?” Seiken prompted, his voice soft, harbouring the regret he felt about the actions they were taking to detain her.
“She said he's targeting the Mystics as well, that some have already fallen to him. I need you to tell Daniel.” She reached out, grasping his lapel tightly in her trembling fingers.
“What do you mean, she said?”
“The voice, the one that causes the pain. She also said those of Talaria would seek to silence the forger of forks.” Her eyes searched his desperately for any sign he was taking to heart her warnings.
“That's what you saw?”
“No, I saw him claim a man called Marc, and then a woman baring the same scarring on her hand.
