Darius studied me with a predatory focus while he waited for my response. I bit the inside of my lip to stop the panic, searching his eyes for any confirmation that he knew. But that couldn’t be possible, right? Back then, I had no body, no scent, no presence. He only saw me in his mind, and that wasn’t much to go on.
He… was fishing. He had to be. If he knew for sure, he wouldn’t have asked.
“Me?” I asked, giving him my most skeptical look. “The University is too far from the Palace for a casual visit. Even if I had a reason to go, which I don’t, I have curfew. It must have been one of your many mistresses.”
His eyes narrowed, but he ignored my jab completely, like it wasn’t even worth a response. After what felt like the longest minute of my life, he finally stepped back, though the
