SKYLA.
The next few seconds feel like minutes as we wait for her to speak.
“A servant of Apophis...” Kataleya whispers. All three of us stare at her as she gazes unblinkingly at the centre of the table, her eyes glazed a dreamy pink.
Dad frowns, his heart beating a little louder than normal as he watches her intently.
I’m not sure if it’s because of what she said or if it’s because she displayed her gift in front of an Arden.
“Kat.” Dad’s voice is low, but I can hear the tension he is trying to mask in it and I don’t blame him.
The risk that comes with Kat’s gift is terrifying.
Royce is watching her. There’s a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes as I place a hand on Kataleya’s shoulder.
“Kat.” I say, shaking her silently.
She jerks back, inhaling sharply as she looks around, as if tr
