[Ace's POV]
My gaze was fixed on the darkened window, but I wasn't seeing the night outside. My mind was churning, trying to reconcile decades of ingrained belief with the bombshell Gale had just casually dropped. We have mana. The concept felt foreign, like trying to believe the sky was green. Our power was strength, instinct, the raw, physical force of the shift. It was blood and bone and moon-song, not the delicate, structured energy of witches, and fairies.
But if Gale was lying, Ray would have caught it. The scent of a falsehood would have been as clear as rot to him. Ray hadn't objected. He'd just listened, his expression grimly thoughtful. That silence was the most damning evidence of all.
