Zaeryn raised an eyebrow, his chopsticks pausing mid-air, a noodle dangling like a lifeline. "What do you mean you can't take it anymore?"
Jyn leaned forward, her eyes wide with a feverish curiosity that seemed to crackle in the air like raw Vitae. Her crimson braid swung slightly, catching the dim glow of the academy's mess hall chandeliers. "How, Zaeryn? Seriously, how? Men can't wield Vitae—it's like defying gravity or breathing underwater. But you did. We all saw it in that fight with Leia. What's the secret?"
It wasn't news that Zaeryn was a male Vitae-wielder, whispers of his anomaly status had haunted him since he stepped foot in the Lyceum.
But knowing it and seeing it in action were worlds apart. The way Jyn's gaze pinned him, hungry for answers, made his skin tingle with the weight of her fascination.
