Draven.
A beat of silence followed my last words—heavy and taut—before it shattered.
"I heard that Brackham has been conducting experiments with our kind for several months…"
The voice sliced through the stillness like a blade.
Instantly, I met gazes with Reginald Fellowes as the room erupted.
Chairs scraped against the stone floor. Voices climbed and clashed in a storm of disbelief.
Elder Alphonse pounded the table with a gnarled fist, his silver hair shaking with fury. "What madness is this?"
"Experiments?! On our kind?"
"Did the humans dare—?"
My gaze narrowed, not at the chaos, but at Reginald himself.
He remained seated, eyes locked onto mine—calm, pointed, calculating. I studied him silently, ignoring the clamour around us. My father sat straighter next to Alderic, clearly waiting to see how I'd respond. And I understood now.
This wasn't a slip of the tongue. Reginald wanted a reaction.
