She'd expected a sharper reaction to her revelation about the leader of the Sons of Lyrel, but both Caspian and Kyran were staring at her like she'd just told them she'd sprouted wings.
Elara was hesitating on Kyran's question, her fingers curling in her lap. She should have known they'd ask, but explaining without revealing too much would be tricky. Kyran had been right when he'd said they didn't know what consequences might befall them if she told them too much of what she knew. "Let's just say I had information she really wanted—something that tied directly into her guild's origins."
"Information?" Kyran asked, his brow furrowing. "How did you—" He cut himself off, eyes narrowing as he leaned forward slightly. "This isn't something you read in a book from Chirondale's archives, is it?"
Elara shook her head quickly. "No."
