Remi POV
Thomas was still standing there.
Shaking. Mumbling. Couldn't string a sentence together.
"He must have been confused."
Anatoria's voice was smooth. Like she hadn't just been caught red-handed.
"The trauma. The attack. It scrambles the memory. He's a young boy. He panicked. That doesn't mean the attack didn't happen."
"He couldn't describe the creatures," I said.
"He was traumatised Remi. Not everyone processes fear the same way."
"He got the eye color wrong."
"It was dark."
"It wasn't that dark."
"Enough." She looked around the table. At the maids. The guards. Everyone listening. "The point is the creatures are getting bolder. That is what matters. That is what people need to know. Whether this boy remembered every detail correctly is irrelevant. The threat is real."
