(Kieran POV)
"You should go back to your chambers," I said, though my grip on her arm hadn't loosened. If anything, I'd drawn her closer, close enough that the candlelight painted gold highlights in her dark hair. "Forget what you've seen here. Forget what you think you've heard."
"And if I can't?" Catherine's voice had dropped to barely above a whisper, but it carried clearly in the corridor's oppressive quiet. "If I've already seen too much to pretend ignorance is possible?"
The question hung between us like a blade, sharp with implications I wasn't ready to examine. Because what did happen when a human learned too much about the supernatural world? When carefully maintained illusions crumbled and left only impossible truths in their wake?
Historically, such discoveries ended badly f
