He leaned into her touch, even as the cold shiver of something dark crept its nail-bitten hands across his spine.
They could not breathe a word of this to anyone within Elysium walls, not to Amaya, not their mothers, not even their other siblings. No one could know the fraud that Amaris now became—no one and not a soul.
He nodded along his golden sister's breath, acknowledging the promise in which they held but offering no voice of his own. It appeared even the weight of the admittance could not bring Amaris back to the world of speech.
He matched her gaze; however, silver warring with gold as a loving determination took hold of the pain behind his eyes. Together, she said, and he nodded. A chin dipped in silent thanks as he rose to his paws, waiting for Aelia to lead the way.
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