Jaenor just stared at the both of them, confusion written all over his face.
He muttered, "Magdalyna?"
Odessa's eyes turned sharper, and her origin power flared up abruptly.
"What?" Jaenor gasped, turning to stare at Odessa—at the woman he thought he knew—with eyes wide with shock and dawning comprehension.
"What are you talking about?"
The red-skinned creature's laughter intensified, his burning gaze flicking between the two of them with obvious delight at the confusion and pain he was causing.
"Oh, you don't know a thing about her, do you, boy?" His voice dripped with malicious amusement.
"How delightfully naive."
He turned his attention back to Odessa, his expression shifting to one of theatrical disappointment.
"Will you tell him, my lady? Or shall I have the pleasure of enlightening this poor, deluded child about exactly who has been... educating him?"
