The rogue’s words lingered in the air.
Heavy.
Unsettling.
Impossible to ignore.
Ask the ones who hid the truth from you.
Lyra felt her chest tighten.
Her thoughts spiraling.
“What are you talking about?” she demanded.
The rogue didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he studied her.
Carefully.
Like he had been waiting for this moment.
“You really don’t know,” he said finally.
Lyra’s jaw clenched.
“Stop speaking in riddles.”
A faint smirk appeared on his face.
“That’s not my fault,” he replied. “It’s theirs.”
Kael stepped forward slightly.
His presence instantly shifting the tension again.
“You’ve said enough,” he said.
The rogue’s eyes flicked to him.
Unimpressed.
“Have I?” he asked.
Kael’s expression hardened.
“You came here to make a point. You’ve made it.”
“Now leav
