Jonah was whispering.
Which already meant something was wrong, because Jonah whispered about nothing. Not gossip. Not danger. Not life or death. His whole personality was loud panic. But right now he was standing at the far edge of the town square, speaking urgently to Ronan, eyes darting in every direction as if trying not to be seen.
Naturally, I moved closer.
Naturally, Ronan sensed me before I even stepped within ten meters. He stiffened. Jonah flinched.
I smiled. “What are we whispering about?”
Jonah nearly dropped the clipboard in his hand. “Ayla. You scared me.”
“Good. Now answer the question.”
Ronan exhaled slowly. “It is none of your concern.”
“That sounds like a lie.”
Ronan turned his head slightly toward Jonah. “Report.”
Jonah swallowed. “Another rogue sighting. East b
