"I'm very curious about what Victor has to say,"
Lugh said, a gleam in his eyes.
The man had shown up at the manor twice—once immediately after Lirienne was attacked, and again right after he was almost killed. There was no way it was a coincidence.
Lugh had survived, yes—but survival didn't mean forgiveness. That attack had nearly ended his life. He was going to pay the culprits back, eventually.
"No. You stay here."
Isolde's voice cut in, firm and cold.
He turned to her, surprised.
"Why?"
"That's because your dead or alive status is still unknown to everyone. And I'd like to keep it that way until we get some solid clues. Which is why you won't be following us today… at least not openly."
She added the last part after a moment's thought, her tone softening just slightly.
"Right. Gotcha."
Without another word, Lugh vanished, the air around him rippling slightly. The elves in the room startled, some stepping back, eyes wide.
"What the? How did you do that?"
