Erik
Silas looked pale as I helped him to a chair in the main room, where he dropped his head between his knees.
“Who did this?” I asked.
Silas silently shook his head. “The walls have ears.”
“Not in here. I’ve swept for bugs, and my dragon no longer senses being watched.”
He looked sceptical. “I need to show you what I found earlier. Your uncle, he’s not who you think.”
I already knew that. I just needed proof.
“Where have you been?”
“Searching for answers. He killed my mother.”
A heavy weight fell into my stomach.
“How? Why?”
“That’s what I’ve been searching for,” he said.
“How do you know it was him?”
“Because I do. He rules through intimidation and fear. No one here has free will,” he spat. “My mother worked in the Effingere…”
“You knew about that?” I said, cutting in.
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