Lyla
"No," I said carefully. "Except for the attack by Feral wolves years ago, I haven't met anyone like that."
"You were attacked by Ferals?" the Priestess arched her brow "And nothing unusual has happened since then?"
"No," I lied again.
She studied me for a moment, her eyes seeming to look right through me. For a soul-stopping second, I was certain she would call me out on my lie.
But then she nodded slowly repeating her earlier statement. "The Dark One is the only one with the ability to completely strip a Moonsinger of her powers," she said almost to herself. "Interesting."
Nathan stepped closer to me, his hand brushing against mine. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"It means," the priestess replied. "That Lyla might have met the Dark One somehow and maybe she didn't know and gods help us, if he took her powers then we're in for a bumpy ride."
