“Really?” I hear myself saying. I don’t even know why I’m surprised. It’s only logical, judging by the fact that Kir was the only person, who was qualified for teaching blood magic. But still. Why haven’t I heard anything about him until now? “Then why didn’t he talk about you?” I ask, growing a little wary.
Cyrus shrugs, glancing through the window. “We weren’t exactly on the best terms. But I did try to reach out to him … numerous times. To report on my progress. He never responded,” he explains, suddenly making me feel angry.
“If you’re trying to paint Kir in a bad light for me, you’re failing miserably, mister. I’m not going to let you badmouth him, not when he’s already …” I trail off, swallowing nervously as I’m unable to say the word out loud. He looks at me with a pitiful gaze.
