Leon froze and Thallia's eyebrow lifted when he did.
He'd wondered whether she'd caught that.
“Careless,” Leon admitted.
“Very.”
He almost smiled, but she wasn't teasing him now.
Thallia relaxed into her chair. “If I asked whether the people at my house this morning were exactly what Evalyn's stories would suggest they were…”
She let the unfinished question rest between them.
Leon understood it perfectly. “I'd tell you that you're asking the right question.”
Thallia searched his face. “And if I asked whether I'm right?”
Leon held her gaze. “Yes.”
Thallia forgot about her dinner. For several seconds, she simply stared at him.
She'd reached the possibility only moments ago, following one memory into the next until Evalyn's stories had stopped sounding like stories.
Now Leon had c
