Chapter 302: Laying The Trap
Gideon had recounted everything that transpired in court that day, his voice low and sharp like the edge of a blade.
Lara listened intently, her fists clenched under the table. She had only one name echoing in her mind.
Mira.
But she knew better than to accuse her outright. Not without proof. Not when her family might think it was all jealousy or paranoia. No, Mira was too clever, too calculated. And Lara had no intention of losing this game by playing it rashly.
That evening, in the dim glow of her study, Lara worked with Gideon on a new design—a tryke. Even Peredur and Percival had joined the impromptu sketching session. Lara provided the concept, and her brothers brought it to life on parchment with quick, eager hands.
To her surprise, Gideon and Peredur’s ideas were impressive. Gideon’s sketch looked like something out of her past life—an electric tryke, sleek and innovative. Peredur, on the other hand, produced a sturdy, practical design based on the traditional tricycle model.
As she carefully unfolded Percival’s drawing, a shiver coursed through her. The chaotic lines swirled into a frenzy of shapes that jumbled together, creating a bewildering tapestry of disorder.
The image was raw and unrefined, a wild explosion of forms that danced before her eyes but offered no clarity. It was as if Percival had poured his thoughts onto the paper without restraint, leaving her struggling to grasp any semblance of meaning in the artistic chaos before her.
"Brother, I suppose all the brain cells went to Peredur, while you got all the muscles when both of you were just developing in mother’s womb," Lara muttered with a sigh.
Just as laughter started to ripple between them, the door creaked open.
"Brothers, Lara—I’ve been looking for you," Mira announced, sauntering into the room with practiced grace and a sweet smile. Her eyes flicked past their faces and landed on the sketches sprawled across the table.