From inside the room, faint voices could be heard. One was unmistakably Eiran's—light, lively, easy to recognize.
But the other… softer, almost swallowed by the silence. So quiet that it was hard to tell if it was really there, or merely imagined.
Ren knocked without waiting another second.
The voices inside fell silent instantly.
"Who is it?" Eiran called out—annoyance unmistakable in his tone.
Ren crossed his arms.
"Your father."
Eiran, who had been sitting on his bed, stiffened. Panic flickered across his face, his breath shortening.
The dragon—he couldn't let them see him.
Papa and Dad will definitely tell me not to talk to him and ask me to send him away…
His eyes darted frantically around the room before he leaned close to his new companion.
"Hide. Closet—now!"
