Evelisse bit her lip, searching his face. She knew she couldn't speak plainly with Caelith here—not about Fluffy, not about Marcus's hidden ability. But Marcus's gaze lingered on her knowingly, as though he had already seen this moment unfurl before it arrived.
He leaned back against the wall, arms crossing over his chest. His tone shifted, deliberately casual but with an undercurrent of meaning only Evelisse could catch. "Not exactly unexpected. I knew you would come, little sister. Some minutes ago, I felt it."
Evelisse blinked. "Felt…?"
He tilted his head, expression unreadable but voice steady. "Not exactly in full. But enough. The moment the torches flickered in the hall, I already knew you were near. That is why your arrival did not really surprise me."
Her breath caught. He was speaking codedly—the very thing Fluffy had whispered before. Precognition. Thirty minutes into the future, sometimes less, sometimes more.
