Ramsey
"Let me at least inspect the house," Kyren said quietly. "It'll only take a few minutes."
I nodded and watched as he moved through the destroyed rooms, pausing occasionally to set an item right or pause to look at a marking. I tried to control the urge to charge out into the night for Lyla, but I forced myself to remain calm while I let Kyren work.
The leader of the Hollow Kin knelt beside the largest blood stain in the kitchen, squinting his eyes in concentration as he drew in deep breaths through his nose.
His fingers hovered just above the dark spots without touching them, and I could see the way his shoulders bunched in tension as he squinted closer to the markings.
Miriam had stopped crying but remained on her knees, staring at the destruction around us with hollow eyes. She looked like she had aged in the past few minutes.
After what felt like an eternity, Kyren opened his eyes and stood slowly. "This isn't Lyla's blood."
