>>Aelin
We sat across from each other, the mountain breeze curling gently through the open space around us. The forest below whispered, and the sunlight danced through the carved wooden lattice above, scattering golden flecks over the floor like blessings. It was calm here.
Unreal
I pulled my hair back as the wind picked up again, brushing it behind my ear, and as I did—something clicked.
My hand froze midair.
Fingers still grazing my skin, I brought my hand lower, until it hovered under my eye.
I looked at Tala. The thought escaped before I could weigh it:
"My eyes were bright golden when I was born." I remembered what Killain told me and what caused the dispute in my family, "Why?"
Tala looked at me, eyes gleaming with quiet amusement—as if he'd been waiting for this question.
"Oh, that?" he said, leaning back slightly and resting his arms around his knees. "That was simply the power inside of you taking control."
My brows furrowed.
"Power taking control?"