I hadn’t told Valtherion about the eyes.

Three days since that first night in the new house.

Three days since I’d woken in the dark with my shadow bloodline humming a frequency I’d never heard before, not warning, not fear, but recognition.

Like meeting someone you’d forgotten you knew.

I trained harder. Slept less.

Told myself it was nothing.

It wasn’t nothing.

I didn’t have the language for what it was, and I wasn’t going to worry Valtherion with something I couldn’t name.

He had enough on his plate.

We both did.

So I buried it.

Filed it under deal with later.

Added it to the growing list of things...