“Xavier.” Zayn’s voice was cold as ice.
Lily’s mind began to spiral. The mention of her brother brought back memories she’d rather forget, but it reminded her of details that proved useful, too.
“He’s too far gone to be of any use,” Ezra reminded Zayn, recalling their last visit to the dungeon.
Lily waved her hands to get Zayn’s attention. When she was successful, she began signing rapidly.
“Slow down,” Zayn reminded her gently, trying his best to understand her.
‘He had a contact from the underground market. Someone called Hunter? I don’t think that’s his real name, but it’s the name he went by.’
Zayn’s eyes widened slightly. “Hunter? Are you sure?”
Lily nodded emphatically.
“What does he look like? Try remembering,” Zayn urged.
She bit her lip, trying her best to recall as many details as she could. She began to sign again while shaking her head.
‘He always kept his face hidden. I’ve only ever heard his voice by accident.’
