"I need to ask you something," Primrose said gently, her voice careful. "Last night … when you left me with Sir Vesper and Lady Raven … Bunnie was on my bed."
She didn't explain the context any further, but those words alone were enough for Edmund to understand what kind of conversation his wife was trying to start.
"Did you … hear our conversation?" she asked carefully, barely able to look him in the eye.
She kept turning her face away now and then, unable to hold Edmund's gaze for too long.
Deep down, a part of her was already scolding herself. 'Maybe I shouldn't have asked. Maybe it's better if I never bring this up.'
Because once she said it out loud, once this door was open, then she would no longer be able to hide her past, or even the fact that she could read minds.
She lowered her head, nervously fiddling with her fingers as she waited for his answer.
Why was it taking so long for him to answer her question?
