Lethia scoffed in annoyance. How dare he raise his voice at her like that? She shut her eyes, choosing to ignore Varrel entirely. Her mind kept spinning, desperately trying to figure out how to break free from him.
"I saw enough," he said, his voice low and steady, "how that dagger backfired on Terressa, hovering mid-air while you glared at her. And the oracle said it wasn't magic. It was like your energy forced itself out of your body to do that. How would you explain that?"
There was a cold growl beneath his words, coated in impatience.
The Varrel sitting beside her now wasn't the soft-spoken man she used to know. No, this one was a new different kind of predator.
"You saw enough?" Lethia let out a disbelieving chuckle. "So, you knew I was coming here and planned this whole fucking show?"
"Not my fault you wanted to come home, right?" he said with a shrug. "I had another plan to confront you, but you came here yourself and made things easier."
