Lady Klaudia cleared her throat, her expression shifting with a kind of amused restraint. Then, her eyes briefly glazed—a sure sign she was linking someone silently. When she spoke aloud again, her voice was calm. Controlled. Almost too controlled.
“Lord Leonidas will be here shortly,” she said, hands folded in front of her. “I’m sure this is best discussed with the correct man of this estate, young Lord Fenrir. And… I am happy,” she added with a pointed smirk, “that after years of you pretending Lady Selene was a servant or a prophecy—not a person—you’ve finally started to realize she exists. But let’s not jinx your chances just yet.”
Her words hit like a slap wrapped in a silk glove.
I clenched my jaw.
It was one thing to feel like an i***t. It was another to be reminded of it so del
