Thaddeus' golden eyes darkened, his patience once again thinning. "Then tell me, Lucavion. Who was she?"
Lucavion remained relaxed, still resting his chin on his hand, but the way his dark eyes flickered showed he had anticipated this reaction.
Thaddeus continued, his voice firm. "What was her name? Where can we find her?"
For the first time, Lucavion's smirk faded slightly.
He looked at the Duke—not with amusement, not with mockery, but with something almost serious.
Then—
He sighed. "Mister Duke, you know…"
His dark eyes locked onto Thaddeus', steady and unwavering.
"I trust you. Truly, I do."
A pause.
"But this—this is something I will not reveal for the time being."
Silence.
A slow, creeping tension filled the room.
"What?"
Thaddeus' voice was low, quiet—but it carried weight. Warning.
His golden gaze sharpened, flickering with restrained frustration.
Lucavion, however—
He merely shrugged.
