Hardly anything happened in Paradise that Eira didn't know about.
Who was fucking whom, who was plotting what, and what filthy little secrets people whispered in the dark when they thought the walls couldn't hear.
She saw it all. Heard it all.
The tiny fairy bound to the most dangerous boy in the city had access to information that would make entire intelligence agencies weep with envy and offer their firstborns for a single scrap.
But knowing and telling were two very different games.
She had explained the rules to Maya once; the invisible chains carved into her very existence.
She couldn't act freely. Couldn't volunteer information Phei hadn't asked for. Especially not the world-shattering kind. Breaking those ancient laws would bring consequences neither she nor her Master could afford to pay.
And Phei, being Phei, simply didn't ask.
Not because he didn't want the truth. Eira understood him too well for that.
