Elian's POV
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"Uhm, I hope you have stats on whatever that was." He turned away from the red crystal light, pacing around the room.
The system was quick, projecting a screen bar showing readings on the golden eyes and what they could mean.
[So, this might be weird... But I didn't pick up any mana traces from that thing. So that rules out the possibility of magic.]
Elian's jaw clenched. "Then what possibilities does that leave?"
[How do I say "I have no fucking clue" nicely?]
Dear gods...
[Listen, relax, okay?]
'How can you tell me that after a pair of scary eyes spied on me? What else? I'll get watched when I'm naked?'
[Kinda kinky if you think about it...]
Elian stopped pacing, letting out a defeated sigh. 'That's it. I think it's been established that keeping things from Kyren might not be the best move.'
[You sure about that?]
"This is his castle." He strutted toward the door. "He deserves to know if the lights have scary eyes peering through them."
