He looked at the photo in Lucas's hand, then back up at his brother's face, tight with grief, eyes sharp with betrayal.
"You should come in," Eryx said quietly. "It's… not something I can explain standing in the hallway."
Lucas hesitated.
He didn't want hospitality. He didn't want to sit on his brother's couch and calmly listen to everything because his emotions at that moment won't allow it.
But he wanted answers more than he wanted to keep the distance.
In the end stepped inside.
The door closed behind him with a quiet click.
Lunara had already disappeared into another room, giving them space.
Eryx walked toward the living area and gestured to the seat across from him. "It's not going to be easy to hear, Lucas. But I'll tell you everything I know. From the beginning."
Lucas didn't sit. He stayed standing, arms crossed tightly over his chest, Mila's photo still clenched in his hand.
