>>Enya
His voice wasn't accusatory. It was tired. Honest. Like he'd asked that question before and never gotten an answer that made sense.
I didn't answer at first.
I looked toward Einar.
He was already smiling—soft, sad, but proud somehow, like he knew I was about to say something that mattered. That was the thing about Einar. He always understood, even when I hadn't said anything yet.
Then I looked back at Ahin and smiled too. Not out of amusement. Just… quietly.
"You're less of a stranger to me than anyone else in this entire mansion," I said. "You know why?" He stared at me, silent. "Because, like me, you're a half demon."
His eyes widened, only slightly—but I noticed. He didn't deny it. He didn't flinch.
