"Let's go home." I said finally, the words hanging in the air like the first breath after drowning.
For a moment, everyone seemed ready to take that breath. But of course—
"Before that..." Harry's voice cut through the dusk, sharp with suspicion. "Explain everything. How did you have that power… that can seal Crow?"
(Ah. There it is.)
I scratched the back of my neck, where dried sweat and ash clung like guilt. My hand trembled slightly just enough to sell the act.
"Well…" I began slowly, glancing at the exhausted but fully alert faces around me.
Harry Freeman crossed his arms, the veins in his forearm twitching.
"No more jokes. No more smartass quips. Just tell us straight, Tyler."
James squinted, sparks still faintly crackling from his fingertips.
"You sealed Crow. You're not just some B-tier psychic, are you?"
Lily Cruz raised an icy brow. Her arms were folded, but her stance screamed alertness.
"You've been hiding things since day one."
