¬ Fashire
Owena shrank back. "What are you even—"
She stopped talking and turned to face her son, likely to dismiss my concerns with some condescending explanation about how I was simply unwell and seeing threats where there were none.
He hissed at her like an actual serpent.
"Speak in a language I can hear," I growled.
Owena went still.
Shock flashed across her face, followed by irritation. Her face tightened, and she stared at Keane before shaking her head sharply and turning to direct a glare at Hiln.
"What—" Maybelle stepped between Owena and I. "What was that? What is the issue here?"
I glowered down at the high priestess. "What did he tell you?"
Effer materialised in the chamber, her dark eyes sweeping the chaos with a single, measured glance.
Dana rushed in through the entrance, stopping short when she noticed Effer and the rest of us.
A few nobles trailed close, and my irritation spiked at the way the room was filling past capacity now.
