Mordred flashes me a dark smile. “Oh, I know. And you are going to help me do it, Nia.” Mordred stares at the sky, looking lost in thought. “I see things in dreams, and sometimes, I dream of you. There’s a silver-eyed man you want to rescue from Auberon.” His sharp gaze lands on me. “And I’m the only one who can help you, my daughter.”
