Charis
I was stunned by how much Isolde knew about Ravenshore and Vale.
She'd mentioned the old academy building like she'd been there herself, spoke about underground cells and decades of history with the kind of detail you couldn't just find on the internet.
She didn't sound like someone who was joining the board as a new investor. She sounded like someone who'd been part of that world for a very long time.
"How do you know all this?" I asked carefully.
She paused her chopping, the knife hovering just above the board. Her face remained calm, but I noticed the faint twitch in her lips before she masked it with a small smile. She set the knife down and turned to me.
