Selaphiel let out a wide smile.
"Do I?"
She asked, her voice light but her eyes gleaming with something unreadable.
Aveline stared at her cautiously, lips pressing into a line as she pondered her answer. After a pause, she finally spoke—though her voice held hesitation.
"…Yes, you do."
But Lugh knew better.
If the woman herself was saying it, then the truth was far worse. There were problems. Deeper ones. Ones hidden behind the quirks he had already noticed. What could be more terrifying than an insane person?
A self-aware lunatic.
He mumbled the words to himself, his voice barely audible.
Then his thoughts drifted—unbidden—to Isolde. Her strange behavior. The way she sometimes referred to him as Lucas, the name of his long-dead father.
She hadn't exhibited any anomalies lately, but did that mean the issue had disappeared?
Most likely not.
