First message
The glamour still hums faintly against his skin, wrong and tight, like a borrowed coat he has not yet learned how to remove. The doors have barely shut behind Merinda before he turns to you, shoulders easing for the first time since the Sky Keep closed around him.
“So that’s your mother.”
A beat. His mouth quirks, not quite a smile.
“I was hoping you were exaggerating.”
His gaze lingers on you now, searching, unguarded in a way it wasn’t moments ago.