Ella's mind raced.
Light?
How was that supposed to help?
She tilted her head slightly, confused and curious, but Freya didn't explain. She just kept grinning, her sharp eyes locked onto the Veilborns.
Watching. Studying.
She's got a plan, Ella realized. But what is it?
Freya's grip on her weapon tightened.
If her theory was correct, then this idea might work.
Most likely.
…But she wasn't completely sure.
She inhaled deeply, steadying herself.
The details clicked together in her mind.
The Veilborns didn't have shadows.
That didn't make sense.
The moonlight was shining down on them, so why weren't they casting any?
Unless...
Freya's eyes widened.
Because they are shadows.
It made too much sense.
They moved without sound.
They were immune to physical attacks.
They were living darkness.
And if that was true… then there was one thing they couldn't stand.
Freya knew she was taking a gamble.
