Lugh stepped forward, blocking her.
She glanced at him, her gaze sharp and cold.
"What are you doing?"
Lugh didn't respond. Instead, he turned to face the man.
"Have you killed any of your victims?"
The man shook his head.
"No."
Lugh continued.
"Then who did you kill?"
The man—Rufus—bit his lip, hesitated, then finally spat it out.
"My brother."
Mirelle raised an eyebrow. Sela simply frowned, her expression unreadable.
Lugh pressed on.
"Did you kill him out of spite?"
"No."
"Did you kill him to protect yourself?"
"No."
"Did you kill him to protect somebody?"
"…Yes."
Lugh gave a single, solemn nod. Then he turned to Sela.
"He's not lying."
"You can tell?"
She asked, studying him.
He responded with a simple, quiet,
"Yes."
A tense silence followed. Lugh turned to leave, but not before gently patting Sela on the shoulder. He leaned in slightly, speaking in a whisper, confident her sound magic would catch his words.
