Max remained silent.
His mind raced, searching for a way out of this predicament.
Never—not even once—had he expected anyone to question his identity.
He had been meticulous.
Painstakingly cautious about anything that could hint at his connection to the Voidwalkers.
Every step.
Every interaction.
Every trace of his existence—all carefully curated to avoid suspicion.
And, as if fate itself had shielded him, even his blood didn't match that of his sister.
By all logic, there should have been no reason for anyone to link him to Freya.
Yet—
Here he was.
Standing before Aurelia Fireborne, leader of the Phoenix Order, facing the very question he had feared the most.
'Just because my talent is above hers?'
Max's pulse quickened.
But his face?
Unreadable.
He couldn't afford to falter. Not now.
Taking a steady breath, he spoke—his tone calm, controlled.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
His gaze met Aurelia's, unwavering.
