Estelle's heart seemed to stutter, then slam hard against her ribs. She looked at Vance, her gaze sharp, demanding.
"Okay? Go on," she said, the eagerness in her voice barely contained.
Vance opened his mouth, but Magnus lifted a hand, stopping him with a small shake of his head.
"No, Vance. Not now," he said, his tone low, almost careful.
Vance exhaled and stepped back.
That hesitation only made Estelle's stomach knot tighter. Something was wrong, deeply wrong. Her eyes moved between them, searching their faces, trying to read what they weren't saying.
"No, please," she said, her voice thinner now, edged with urgency. Her gaze locked on Vance. "I need to hear it. What about Roman?"
Beside her, Noah remained still, but his attention sharpened. His eyes flicked between Magnus and Vance, unease settling into his expression. Whatever this was, it wasn't going to help her.
