"Investigation, you say?" Lucretius's eyes gleamed as if my request had stirred curiosity within him. His thumb traced slow circles along my waist, feeling ticklish from his touch as silence enveloped us.
My senses heightened every time he would do that to me. I felt something sparkling that coursed through my body, and it was hard to lie that it didn't affect me.
"Into what, my little soldier?" His lips curled in a half-smile, but his gaze cut straight through me. "Or perhaps..." His voice lowered, his expression slightly darkened. "...into who?"
My throat tightened. Why did it feel like that last question made him look unhappy? Or was it just my imagination?
"I need you to gather some information about the deceased people whose name is Euphyllia or Elixane."
Mentioning my name felt
