"I'm not." Damien's face was pale now. Honest. Shaken in a way that made Kyllian believe him despite himself. "The sage will give me more information when he has it…I need you to do something though."
"What?"
"We need more information if we're going to help her," Damien said. His hands were moving with each word, slicing through invisible threads of logic as if he could cut a path to the truth. "I don't know if it's possible, but I'll do my damndest to keep her alive."
His voice was painfully sincere, there was no bravado, no charming smirk. Just naked fear and a purpose that seemed to choke him with every syllable. Kyllian swallowed. The seriousness of the situation finally landed on his shoulders.
"What do you need?" Kyllian asked, without a second thought. Whatever bitterness lingered between them had to be bottled up and shelved. Luna was worth more than grudges and pride.
