Astron nodded, the motion slow, deliberate. His hand remained steady against her back, his presence grounding, unwavering.
"When I saved Maya that time," he said, his voice even, calm, as though he had long understood the truth before anyone else had, "she was in the process of transforming into a vampire."
Her breath stilled.
His voice, steady and measured, settled into the space between them, pulling at something deep inside her.
"And since the transformation was interrupted halfway," he continued, "I had always assumed that her body changed. That she became a vampire, but incomplete."
He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in.
"That was my initial assumption."
She listened.
Every word, every syllable, felt as if it carried something important.
Something that she had long wondered.
Astron's gaze remained steady, his voice calm, as if he had already turned this over in his mind countless times.
