The silence in the dimly lit room felt heavier than the night itself. Raelynn sat on the edge of the grand bed, her fingers digging into the silk sheets as she tried to steady herself. Across from her, Elion stood near the window, his back to her, the golden light from the bedside lamp casting his shadow long against the wall.
Her heart pounded, still raw from the events that had unraveled. Axel's words rang in her mind, along with the memory of Elion moving—faster than any human should. The way Axel had swung his blade, only for Elion to remain unfazed. The way Elion's eyes had glowed in the dark.
She swallowed hard. "What are you?" Her voice was low, almost trembling, but she refused to back down.
Elion didn't move at first. His posture remained rigid, his shoulders tense. Then, slowly, he turned, his expression unreadable, his gaze steady but sharp, like a blade honed to perfection.
