𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄
"Aurora is in a cult of Lycaon."
The words hung in the air for a heartbeat.
And then I laughed.
It started as a low chuckle, disbelief rippling through my chest, but it built into something sharper, colder—a sound I rarely made and even more rarely meant.
"You cannot be serious," I said, my voice cutting through my own laughter like a blade.
"I am," Sonya insisted, her expression hardening. "I'm telling you the truth, Zayne. She's part of a—"
I laughed again, harsher this time, adjusting my glasses.
"Of course," I said, my tone dripping with derision. "Of course she is. A mute human girl with no resources, no power, and no freedom managed to join a secret cult dedicated to my father while imprisoned in our estate. How remarkably convenient."
"Zayne—"
