“You’re not wrong.” His voice comes out rough.
I narrow my eyes. “How do you know that?”
A slow breath leaves him, but his eyes don’t come back to mine. They stay fixed somewhere over my shoulder.
“That’s why I came back so fast.” He explains. “And why Zyrax even broke the front door in panic. When I went to Eliot’s lodge, he was gone.”
My stomach drops. “What?”
“Gone.” He repeats. “Most of his stuff was cleared out. Clothes, half his things. It can’t be a coincidence.”
My hand flies up to cover my mouth.
If I had words for how I feel right now, it’d be a blank page because I don’t know what to say.
There’s a difference between voicing a suspicion out loud and having it handed back to you, confirmed. Telling Edward what I pieced together felt like an accusation. This feels like t
