(Caius)
No one spoke after Isla finished.
The silence carried more weight than any answer we'd received that morning. Zeron remained where he was without breaking my thoughts. Pryor watched me because he already knew I was deciding what came next.
My attention returned to Isla.
The color had begun returning to her face. She looked tired, but not in pain. Whatever her gift had shown her had taken something from her again, and I disliked how quickly those visions seemed to grow stronger.
"Can you stand?"
She nodded once.
"I'm fine."
I believed she thought she was.
That wasn't always the same thing.
I reached for the pitcher and filled a fresh cup with water before placing it in front of her. She accepted it without argument and took a small drink. Only then did I turn my attention
