“No, she didn’t.” I hastily looked away from Kyle as I rushed to clarify the events that had led me to the mines of Noviskosha. Everything from discovering the replica Renia to breaking into the Ministry of Magic’s archives spilled from my lips in a tangled heap of words that Kyle, luckily, seemed to have no trouble deciphering.
“I see—the woman we encountered in the capital was a replica, and the real Lady Voltaire has disappeared. I had my suspicions, but this confirms them.” I could feel the shift of Kyle’s head behind me as he nodded in understanding.
“I did well, right?” I asked tentatively. Even as my eyes remained averted, the intensity of his stare burned through my skin. The flush that had just begun to recede from my cheeks came back in full force.
