Phoenix||
I sat on the edge of my bed, my thoughts swirling with the events of the day.
I could still hear Ares words echoing in my mind: "The less you know, the better."
I felt a knot of frustration and helplessness tightening in my chest. How could I protect myself if I didn’t know what dangers lurked around me?
The soft creak of my door opening pulled me from my thoughts and I turned to find Zorah.
She stepped in, looking more pale and haggard than usual, her injury clearly still taking a toll on her. Her presence filled the small room with an air of quiet authority, despite her weakened state.
"Phoenix," she began, her voice low and serious, "we need to talk."
I stood up, my heart racing. "What is it, Zorah?"
She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, a look of conce
