Chapter 109

Torin’s POV

Calantha was silent.

Her arms slowly unfolded, her lips parting—but nothing came out. For once, the seer who always had an answer, always had some carefully chosen string of fate to twist around the moment, said nothing.

The room chilled with the silence.

I watched her, watched the crack in her mask form. The briefest flicker of emotion crossed her face—uncertainty. Doubt. Fear, even.