I stared at the shadowed figure, his words etched on my mind.
You might want some help with your little dilemma.
My breath caught.
"How did you know that?" My voice trembled, sharper than I intended.
The storm growled outside, wind rattling the windows as if the night itself conspired to keep me off balance.
Could it be him? The one sending the crow?
Someone powerful, helping me from afar. The idea felt surreal, impossible.
Unbelievable.
But if it was true, what was in it for him? No one gave aid without expecting something in return. Not in this world. Certainly not for someone like me.
He couldn't be helping me out of kindness. Not simply because he pitied a trapped girl.
No, if he truly was aiding me, it must mean something else. Perhaps he was an enemy of Finn. That thought lodged in my chest like a spark. An enemy of Finn's would have reason enough.
"Because I have eyes and ears," he replied with subtle pride in his voice. "I know everything I choose to know."
