Guarded Secrets

TORIN

Ignis's message reached me before sunset, and the unease in his voice made me stop everything else. He never contacted me without reason, and that alone sharpened my attention.

"I crossed paths with Maevia," he said.

"Where?" I asked.

"At a healer's hall in the neutral territory," he answered. "She claimed it was nothing serious."

My grip tightened around the communication stone. Maevia had