"Liam, remember. Your father is very sharp. We can't deceive him. He'll see through it," Arthur had warned him. "And he's not like Maeve's teachers or friends. Your father isn't a scholar. We can't mix lies and truth with him. It has to be one or the other."
"You can only pick one. I can't go to your father to talk about this. Only you can."
Arthur had given him a heavy responsibility. Liam wants to succeed. He doesn't want to disappoint his class president, or worse, his teammates.
Liam can still hear Arthur's voice in his head. How much do you trust your father?
He blinks several times and leans back in his chair.
Slowly, a smile spreads across his face. "I guess you'll need to see it to believe it."
Linus is taken aback and leans back in his own chair.
This is not the Liam he knows. His son has always been impulsive, quick to temper. But this Liam is calm. Measured. Showing restraint.
Is one dungeon clearing with this Rhaenas enough to change him like this?
