Malrik POV

"I’ve been thinking the same thing," Quillan admitted, his tone low, laced with a grim weight. "We aren’t facing a single enemy."

Our eyes met, and the realization pressed down like a suffocating fog. Two forces moving against us. Two separate threats or worse, working together. And we were trapped between them.

"About the Moonchild line…" Quillan’s hesitation was brief, but deliberate. "They’re dangerous."

I drew in a sharp breath, already anticipating his ...