Third Person's POV
As for Victor, he was either oblivious or deliberately provocative as he tilted his head and smirked.
"Do you know who she is, Virelle?"
His voice was casual, but the curiosity and desire within it were genuine.
Virelle offered a slow shake of her head, and her lips formed a perfectly shaped denial while her scarlet eyes turned cold.
Victor's brow rose in mock disbelief.
"Strange. I thought you would know, considering Eryndor is... well, a close friend of yours."
The sentence dangled with implication and was heavy enough to draw a few raised brows. His tone wasn't mocking, but the message was sharp enough to cut.
Virelle's expression didn't flinch, but her tone turned razor-thin.
"Why would I know who his friends are, brother? And it would be better if you didn't make such irresponsible comments in front of strangers."
Her voice was laced with restrained fury, each word carefully measured but burning at the edges.
