Loreen's POV
Edgar blinked, clearly surprised by the sudden shift in Loreen's tone. "Why?" he asked slowly. "Do you know Sairis?"
The question landed heavier than it should have.
Loreen felt it immediately. A small pause in his chest, like something had tightened there. He did not even know how to answer that question, or why he had felt the need to warn Edgar in the first place.
Sairis was more than capable of handling himself in any situation, he was sure of that. And yet, for reasons Loreen could not explain, there was a quiet sense of possessiveness in him that he could not ignore.
His mind moved quickly, searching for the right response, but nothing felt clean enough. Nothing felt safe enough.
He knew Sairis. Not in the way Edgar was implying, but enough. Enough to make this conversation dangerous in ways he did not want to explain.
He swallowed once, forcing his face to stay calm.
