(LIAM'S POV)
Roland let out a soft laugh, pulling me into his arms. "I know it all sounds insane, love. But I need you to trust us. I need you to listen. We're going to try our best to explain everything in the simple way possible."
I wanted to argue. I wanted to tell them all that they had lost their minds, that none of this made any sense, that I was going to wake up from this bizarre dream any second now.
But Roland's arms were warm around me, and his voice was gentle, and I found myself nodding despite my doubts.
"Fine," I said, my voice muffled against his chest. "I'll listen. But I need to sit down. My legs feel like they're about to give out."
Roland pulled back, his silver eyes soft with concern. "Of course. Let's move to the living room."
Dylan took my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine, and led me out of the kitchen. Haelorian followed silently, his footsteps making no sound on the marble floors.
