Erend's eyes narrowed, his focus sharpening like a blade. It wasn't just the words Marcus had repeated but it was the way they were said.
"If you survive this, they'll come for you." That kind of words sounds like a warning or premonition, cryptic and deliberate. It didn't come from a fellow patient making idle chatter.
It was a message. Maybe for Marcus or even for Erend himself.
At the time, it may have seemed like nonsense, a morphine-fueled paranoia. But not now when Erend already knew something dark and ancient was moving beneath the surface. The forces even the military and Elves had no name for. That sentence rang too close to the truth to be just a coincidence.
Erend placed the file gently on the table, his gaze never leaving Marcus. He no longer needed the paperwork. He had found what he was looking for.
