Ryley fought to steady his breathing, fingers curling weakly.
"I—I don't know, Clyde. I was waiting for you earlier… then I got sleepy… and when I closed my eyes, it just—" His voice trembled. "My Watcher power reawakened on its own. Like it pulled me under again."
Clyde's throat bobbed. That single word—again—cut deep.
Ryley forced a deeper breath through the panic. "I—I was there. In your encampment. I don't know whose body I slipped into, but guards were running. They were saying Silas Cobalt had been poisoned…"
Fear clouded the blond's brown eyes, raw and pleading. "I don't like this feeling, Clyde. I know you need Silas to track Tristan. What if—"
But Clyde didn't let those fears take shape. He crushed Ryley into a firm embrace, voice low and unwavering."No. No. Impossible. That bastard can't cross to the Passing Realm. I won't let him. I swear it."
