Mary Ann’s POV
“Who is Velvera?”
Kylian did not answer.
The silence stretched long enough to become an answer of its own.
He sat across from me inside the Luna office, one hand resting on the patrol report he had stopped pretending to read. His shoulders became rigid, and the usual openness in his face disappeared behind careful control.
I had seen that expression before.
It was the look people wore when they knew the truth but were deciding how much of it I deserved.
My fingers tightened around the edge of the desk.
“Kylian.”
He looked toward the closed office door.
Two guards stood outside. The new locks were secured, and the windows had been checked twice that morning. No one could enter without being noticed.
Still, he lowered his voice.
“Where did you hear that name?”
“Mo
