Hearing her last words like that made Zeran realise that Lethia had heard about Lindsey from Varrel. Her glassy stare now looked lost.
In the past, he could've just brushed it off with some dismissive excuse, saying the woman wasn't important, that Lethia didn't need to know. But why did his chest feel this heavy now?
Especially after her last confession. No matter how he dressed it, he had lied. He could've said it was for Lethia's own good. But if he said it like that, he couldn't stop thinking about what she would think of him. Why did he care now?
Was his heart finally opening?
Was this the love his mother used to speak about?
If so, it didn't feel pleasant at all. It felt suffocating and uneasy. If this was love, why did he have to suffer like this? Why was he restless, choked by guilt and fear?
