Elowyn glanced at them nervously.
Lisa chuckled, leaned back, and finally drained her glass.
She stood then, smoothing her cloak, the queenly grace returning in full force. “Now, I must speak with the Headmaster before the sun sets—or he’ll think I’ve come to spy.”
“You are spying.” Baron said, coming to sit.
Lisa winked.
“Naturally. But with style.”
As she made her way to the door, she paused—just before stepping out—and turned back to Elowyn.
“You remind me of a blade still in its sheath. Hidden. Waiting. But not dull. Wait for me, brother. I got things.”
Then, without waiting for a reply, she left.
The room felt colder once she was gone.
Azpen let out a long, slow breath and sank into the nearest chair like a balloon that had held its posture too long.
“She’s.... something, i
