Rowan was both impressed and shocked.
Impressed by how precisely Logan calculated every move—revealing only what was necessary, never an ounce more.
And shocked… by the sheer skill and insight displayed by a boy who was only twelve.
His thoughts were spinning, trying to make sense of what he'd just heard, when Logan's voice snapped him back to the present.
"Now tell me more about what you know. Every detail."
Rowan blinked, gathering his thoughts. "The thing is… I've already told you most of what I know during our journey. There may be more hidden details in these books, but it's hard for me to decipher everything in a short time. Some of the languages are ancient or altered. But you—"
He pointed at Logan, eyes narrowing with curiosity.
