Maria.
The room fell into a tense, suffocating silence after my outburst.
For a moment, none of them spoke.
My chest rose and fell heavily as I waited, my gaze moving between Aidan, Damien, and Davian. They exchanged brief looks with one another, the kind of silent communication that spoke louder than words.
It was clear they hadn't intended to tell me anything.
But now they had no choice.
Aidan exhaled slowly.
The breath left his lungs in a long, heavy sigh as if he had been holding it in for far too long. His hand lifted to the back of his neck, fingers rubbing against the tense muscles there in clear frustration. For a moment, he didn't speak. His gaze drifted toward the floor, jaw tightening as though the words sitting on his tongue were difficult to say aloud.
When he finally spoke, his voice was lower than before.
"Adrien was fighting the poison."
The words hung in the air.
