Lucavion tilted his head, studying her with that insufferable mix of amusement and knowing. Then, in a voice laced with deliberate exasperation, he muttered, "Reckless."
Aeliana's brows furrowed. "What?"
He sighed, shaking his head as if she had just proven a point. "Just like a certain someone," he continued, his smirk deepening. "Always acting before listening to the full story."
Aeliana immediately knew who he was referring to.
Her father.
Right.
She could still recall the moment clear as day—the Duke's mana curled around Lucavion's face, his voice laced with anger, with warning
And now Lucavion had the audacity to compare her to him?
Aeliana's glare sharpened. "Oh, please," she shot back. "If I ever want to learn something from you, I have to jump through hoops and drag the truth out of you." Her voice dipped with irritation. "It's bloody annoying."
Lucavion exhaled a soft chuckle, completely unbothered by her frustration. "That sounds like a you problem, Aeliana."
