(The Skyshard Mansion, Leo's POV)
"Go on…"
Those two words sent a cold shiver straight down Su Pei's spine, his throat tightening as he gulped down a mouthful of saliva before forcing himself to continue.
"The wounds on your brother's body were made by straight blades, the kind that is standard issue for most warriors across the universe.
But the Red Army… they're different.
Anyone who knows even the basics about them understands that nine out of ten Red Army members wield curved blades, as for them it's a sign of belonging to their organisation, a unique signature of sorts, even if it's not the most practical.
So for Luke to be hunted by them for over a year, and not receive a single wound from a curved blade?
That's where my suspicions began." Su Pei's tone was steady, but his eyes flickered with the weight of what he was saying, and Leo held his gaze without so much as a blink.
"Next, I checked Luke for the classic signs of memory tampering… and he had them all.
