"That is impossible!"
He barked, eyes wide, voice cracking with disbelief. But even as he spoke, I saw it—the doubt crawling across his face, the tension in his jaw. Deep down, he believed me. He didn't want to, but he did.
"Is it?" I muttered, tilting my head just slightly, letting the question drip with mockery.
His expression shifted almost immediately, hardening into something colder, more calculating. Whatever surprise he'd shown before was now buried beneath layers of guarded focus.
"Don't tease me, fool," he said, voice lowering, grip tightening around his weapon. "We both know that cannot be possible."
We? Since when did we start sharing forbidden knowledge? Because this was the first time I was hearing of any kind of restriction.
I arched a brow, deliberately relaxed. "And what makes you say that?"
