"I was not."
Elowyn's voice was calm, but this time it carried an edge Valeria hadn't heard from her before. A defensiveness she didn't bother to hide. A faint note of irritation—real irritation—that tightened the last word just slightly.
It made Valeria's brows lift. Elowyn hadn't sounded like that until Lucavion walked in.
Lucavion caught the shift too; he always did. His eyes brightened with the kind of mischief that thrived on cracking immaculate composure.
"Of course," he said lightly. "You were simply observing my movements like a concerned citizen watching a suspicious figure in the night."
Elowyn's lips pressed into a thin line.
Definitely annoyed.
Valeria found herself oddly relieved by that. Elowyn wasn't charmed by him. She was, if anything, irritated.
