"You don't want to ask me about me?" asked Yezia. She watched the mage with an expectant stare.
Vica blinked, momentarily unbalanced by the unexpected question. Well, that wasn't a bad idea, she supposed. "Oh. Who are you, then?"
"I meant about Constantine and me, how we know each other."
A pregnant silence leaned between them, and Vica's eyebrows slowly furrowed into a disapproving frown. "That would be rude. And uncomfortable. No, I'm not going to ask." What was Yezia thinking, asking something like that?
"You're not even curious?" the woman persisted.
"If my guess is right, that's something I don't need to know. That's your business and Constantine's, not mine."
Yezia looked mildly confused, but the corners of her lips turned down in a contemplative grimace. "That's noble of you,"
