"Ila," Syn started, his voice steady after a swift but deep thought, he had decided to tell her the truth but in twisted way, his way "do you know anything about the moon Thebe?"
Ila's eyes widened as soon as she heard the word 'Thebe' come out of her lips, a flicker of alarm crossing her face.
Before Syn could react, she surged forward, gripping him, her movements swift and unyielding as she yanked him into her.
Her hands clamped over his mouth, silencing him, and she dragged him to the center of the glade, her strength overwhelming.
Syn voice came out muffled, and stumbled, caught off guard, as she pushed him to the ground, pinning him beneath her, her body pressed against his.
"Don't talk loud, whisper," she hissed, her voice low and urgent, her teal eyes boring into his with a mix of fear and command.
Syn's breath hitched, her weight anchoring him to the grass.
