"What happened to Senior Maya?"
Astron's sharp purple eyes locked onto Sylvie's the moment she spoke, his expression calm but his gaze piercing in a way that made her breath hitch. The silence that followed her question was heavy, weighted with the unspoken tension between them.
"What happened to her?" Astron repeated, his voice measured. He tilted his head slightly, his sharp gaze unyielding. "What do you mean by that?"
Sylvie straightened in her seat, gripping her teacup tightly to steady herself. She knew Astron well enough to recognize that he was being deliberately evasive. He was hiding something—he always did when he felt the need to shield others from the truth. But not this time. This time, she wasn't going to let him deflect.
She took a deep breath, her fingers tracing the edge of her cup as she tried to gather her thoughts. "Astron," she said, her voice firm but not accusatory. "There's something inside her. Something that isn't normal. I can feel it."
