Avanya's brows knitted together, her eyes narrowing. "Fenlori?" she repeated, her voice laced with both doubt and intrigue.
Eryx inclined his head slightly, the corners of his lips lifting faintly in a crooked smile. "There has never been another," he said, his tone matter-of-fact but tinged with a quiet pride. "I am the only one of my kind."
Ava's chest tightened, her heartbeat quickening as the significance of his words settled over her like an iron weight. "What exactly does that mean?" she asked, a mix of curiosity and unease creeping into her voice. Her fingers subconsciously gripped the edge of her chair, as though bracing herself for the answer. "What are you capable of?"
Eryx's smirk widened into something almost maddeningly smug, a glint of mischief flickering in his eyes. He leaned back, draping one arm lazily across the top of the couch. "Now that," he mused, his voice low and deliberate, "my dear sister, is something you'll have to find out in due time."
