Chapter 740
Seras’s eyes twitched faintly.
"I see."
After a brief silence, she answered in a subdued voice. Almost at the same time, uneven breathing filled the air. Thesaya’s shoulders rose and fell rapidly.
Ian narrowed his eyes and turned toward her. A smile had spread across Thesaya’s face—one he had no intention of deciphering. Then her head snapped sharply to the right.
Following her gaze, Ian paused.
Mev had gone completely still. Like a statue, she sat with her head slightly lowered, the rim of her goblet still touching her lips.
"It seems at least one of the rumors held a grain of truth," Seras said quietly.
She, too, was looking to the side.
Ian cleared his throat and faced her again. "I would understand if you refused my request."