Page 143 of Echoes of The Lunthra
A faint breath of amusement escaped him.
“I had hoped to catch you earlier,” he admitted. “But you were… unavailable.”
Heat brushed my cheeks, though I lifted my chin with practiced dignity. “We are available now.”
His gaze flicked briefly between us, assessing, before he stepped forward.
“This was delivered to the outer gate,” he said, holding the envelope in an outstretched hand.
The wax seal bore a crest I recognized. Twin-serpent ouroboros with their fangs interlocked.
My heart stuttered in my chest, my hands failing to reach for the envelope.
“An unbound?” Talon questioned, taking the parchment from him.
Bater nodded, his eyes darting to me nervously.
“Who is it?” I managed to ask.
Bater looked at Talon expectantly, the latter inhaling sharply through his nose.
Talon looked up at me, and for a second, the icy glaciers of his eyes were clouded with a smudge of genuine distaste.
“Talon,” I hissed, my hands growing numb as the panic finally clawed its way up my throat. “Who?”
He held the letter out, the red wax glinting like a fresh wound in the lantern-light.
“Hera Opeas.”
