"And without Nina around, the rest of the Zachs didn't stand a chance against that immortal doll," Thorin said, going over Uncle Warren's testimony with Puck as they waited for Riona to wake up.
Puck frowned, arms crossed. "Okay, but seriously—who is this Nightblight lady Nina mentioned? Have you ever heard of her?"
He already knew the answer before he asked. If he didn't know, then Thorin knowing was about as likely as a squirrel winning a chess tournament.
After all, he was the pack's tracker—the one who was supposed to have all the inside information. And yet, here they were, completely in the dark.
"Nightblight…?" The Fallen One, who had been left alone while Riona enjoyed her extended recovery nap, perked up at the mention of the name.
Well, technically, he wasn't eavesdropping. It's not like he was sneaking around with a cup against the wall. He was literally right here. If anything, they were the ones discussing sensitive topics in his presence. Not his fault.
