Kai looked at Mallory, and his heart skipped a beat—cold dread seeping into his heart.
His mind churned at her unnerving smile, one that had a sinister edge to it.
As much as he tried to remain calm, his thoughts spiraled into a thousand possibilities—each worse than the last. He swallowed his saliva harshly through the dryness as his chest squeezed tightly, making it hard for him to breathe.
Was this a trick? A plan to imprison me?
Since he was relying solely on Mallory's patience, this was a main concern.
Kai was afraid that she might be getting impatient, and she would attempt to force him to give away his name, which would expose his identity entirely. If his night sisters also had the same ability as him, then giving away any name would be checkmate for him.
Making use of other Nightborns' names would break his claim as the Hate Ending.
Making up a name would expose him, too, as a made-up name would give no power.
