"How are we supposed to hide that, East?" Sebastian grimaced, pointing in exasperation at the streak of shimmering silver that now crowned Silvermist's head, running through both of her brows and eyelashes.
The once-blazing spread had stopped, yes—but the color still gleamed like moonlight on fresh snow.
East said nothing at first, lips tightening into a line that looked one sigh away from collapse. He leaned against the edge of an old iron table, arms crossed, eyes dimmed with guilt.
In choosing to hide Silvermist's condition—along with Ezekiel and West's reckless attempt to save her—he knew full well the consequences. They were keeping secrets from the gods. Again.
"And don't forget Levi," Sebastian added with a scoff. "That ticking time bomb just decided to insert himself into the equation like he owns it."
East rubbed his temples. "Believe me, I haven't forgotten."
