The question hung in the air between them, heavy and waiting.
She opened her mouth to speak, but his thoughts crashed into her mind before she could form words.
Roshan's mind: ฅᨐฅ'Something's wrong. My instincts are screaming at me that something's WRONG with her. She knows things she shouldn't. Says things that don't make sense. And that story about a mate waiting for her—was that even true? Or was that another lie to buy time?'ฅᨐฅ
Faelyn's stomach dropped.
'Oh no. He's remembering that. He's connecting dots—'
Roshan's mind: ฅᨐฅ'If she does have a mate, where is he? Why would she know about the Northern Ravine? Is he there? Is her mate a ROGUE? An exile? Someone dangerous enough to be hiding in the most lawless part of the territory?'ฅᨐฅ
"I..." Faelyn started, her voice coming out smaller than she intended.
But his thoughts turned darker, faster.
