~LYRA'S POV~
We'd been reviewing Moonveil's trade agreements for two hours when I noticed he wasn't actually reading.
He was looking at the document in front of him, yes. His eyes were on the page. But Eren's particular quality of attention, the one that was fully present with whatever it was directed at, the quality that made every conversation with him feel like it had his complete weight behind it, wasn't on the trade routes. It was somewhere else, and it had been somewhere else for most of the last hour.
I put down the document I was holding.
"What?"
He looked up. He didn't pretend he didn't know what I meant.
"I need to tell you something," he said.
"Okay."
He looked at the table for a moment. Then at me. "I knew more about Selara than I told anyone. Before the battle. There was information I had, from the older records, the restricted texts, the documents that predate the standard Moonveil archive, that I didn't share fully."
