Catherine's Pov.
"It's my uncle," Soren says, his face immediately tightening into a frown as he lets out a low, exasperated sigh. The relaxed mood from just moments before evaporated completely.
"Uncle?" I repeated, my voice sounding a little hollow even to my own ears. I hadn't known he had any family besides Evander and his mother.
"Yes, Damien," he answered, his gaze shifting from me toward the house as if he could see through the walls. "He's reached out to me through the mind-link." He hesitated for a second, like he was weighing how much to say, then added, "He's helping me with the plan."
"Plan? What plan?" I asked, and I sounded like a complete blank slate, my mind still stuck on the word uncle. My heart wavered a bit when he pulled his hand from my waist, breaking our connection.
"You said you wouldn't go to Silvermane without one, didn't you?" He raised a brow, his eyes searching mine intently, looking for understanding, for trust.
