Chapter 13: But we were wrong
Daemon weighed his options. If he lost Yulda’s trust, his current weakness would leave him vulnerable. All or nothing. "The Hyls Sisters," he blurted out. Yulda’s eyes widened, her hand clutching her dress. "The Hyls Sisters? That’s... dangerous, Daemon."
He suppressed a sigh of relief. She believed him. Mentioning the Hyls Sisters, known in the shadows as the Triad, was a risky but logical gamble. These witches, sworn enemies of the elven royalty, were legends. Fewer than fifty people knew their true names, and a kid like him couldn’t have learned it without a reliable source.
"Not as dangerous as dealing with a demon," he replied, feigning nonchalance.
Yulda smirked. "True. You have a task to fulfill for them, I presume?"
"Yes, but nothing complicated. Don’t worry."
She stood, smoothing her dress. "I hope so. I don’t want to see you entangled in those madwomen’s games. Rest now."
"Alright," Daemon murmured, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as she left the room.
Alone, his headache intensified. He’d gotten himself into another impossible situation. The Hyls Sisters were feared for their divination spells. By uttering their name, he’d drawn their attention. They likely already knew what he’d said. Worse, if they discovered he wasn’t from this world—a secret he guarded fiercely—the consequences would be disastrous. *I hope they can’t see that...*