Jerrick's brow furrowed in concentration, his mind working rapidly to absorb everything Jessamyn was telling him. He was relieved that she was opening up to him, though the heaviness in her voice and the exhaustion in her eyes filled him with unease.
He could see how much this conversation was taking out of her, how sleep-deprived and weary she was. Yet, he understood that whatever she had to say was important enough for her to push through her exhaustion. If she felt the need to discuss this now, he would listen.
"Like what?" he asked, his voice low, filled with concern.
Jessamyn's expression shifted, her eyes darkening with the weight of the knowledge she was about to share. She took a deep breath, glancing momentarily at their sleeping son before turning back to Jerrick. "They want to kill you, Jerrick," she said quietly, her voice steady despite the fear that lingered beneath her words. "And they want to take control of Ayberia."
