Chương 169: Chapter 169: Batsheva

Batsheva continued to snicker to herself, doing a little dance around the room in her ball gown as though at a party while the two lóng guards watched over her with dark expressions. I chose to ignore her as best I could in favor of the fear she'd planted in my heart.

Could it be true? Was that what the term meant? I'd heard it from Liander Belaisle, from the Black Soul sorcerer, Konstantin. Seen it written in the blocks Pender assembled.

And now, Batsheva.

But it couldn't mean what she said. It couldn't. I would never.

Never.

Moa shifted in her seat. "You understand now our reluctance at first to speak to you."

I shrugged, didn't comment.

"What brought about your change of heart?" At least Max was talkative. He could ask questions for both of us.