How could Bree possibly know Vangar?
At that question, Bree cursed inwardly. She had nearly let hatred cloud her judgment—nearly exposed herself.
Lowering her gaze, her long lashes veiled the murderous fury churning in her eyes. When she looked up again, all that remained was a fragile sorrow, a quiet, aching grief.
"Yilan… I'm going to tell you a secret. You mustn't tell anyone."
She took Yilan's hand and led her to the sofa, guiding her to sit. After a brief pause—just enough to gather her emotions—she began.
"Everyone believes that five years ago, Vangar went to the Beast God Mountain… but that's not the truth."
Her voice trembled slightly, as though she were stepping back into a distant, painful memory.
"He… went to the human world instead. That's where he met me."
"What?"
Yilan covered her mouth in shock.
Bree gave a wan, fragile smile. Tears shimmered in her eyes, making her look heartbreakingly delicate.
"We fell in love. We were together for five whole years."
