Chapter 63. Dream

SAELYNA

I push myself to my feet, trying to find some chunk, some sort of thread of a lie in what Quain says.

“I don’t believe you. I don’t.”

I see their faces in the hut again, the inquisitive stare Caivan and Veesa shared, the way Cyran looked properly befuddled. It must be wrong. It all is.

“How would you know, we were kids when it all happened,” I say.

He stands up as well. “Yes, we were. But there were others, remember?”

“How did you know, Quain?! Why did Veesa never tell me? What…what?”

I can’t think. My thoughts scatter over my brain incoherently, memories and speculations; I drop to the rock with the heaviness of it all. Quain squats in front of me, his face level with mine. I focus on the lines etched into the untouched side of his face, on the black hair and black eyes that seem to hold so many secrets.

“Obviously, this wasn’t how you were supposed to find out. I doubt Veesa even wanted you to know at all…I couldn’t tel