The night air was cold against Diego's skin as he stepped out of the Seers' headquarters, the weight of Nadia's words pressing on his chest like a vice. He had expected cryptic nonsense, half-answers, maybe even an ominous warning, but not this.
Not outright refusal. Not fear.
His hands curled into fists as he stormed down the empty streets, his mind racing. What have you allied yourself with, boy? The question replayed in his head like a curse, each repetition making his pulse quicken. Whatever she had seen, it had shaken her, and that alone told him more than she had intended.
But why?
'What is Miles becoming?' Diego thought as he suddenly froze.