Phaedra considered the weight of his words. She did not like them. Nothing in York had been so powerful; not even Saerian, on his best day, was capable of such a thing. Most of the war council that had convened before her arrival in Pennsylvania was incapable, too.
"The eyes?"
She hadn't noticed. She'd been preoccupied. "What about the eyes?"
Her brows drew together, and the teacup in her hand would've been forgotten if it wasn't for the growling in her stomach.