Grandmother? Who is that?
Who is what?
There was no longer anybody standing in front of Selaphiel.
The girl who had asked—one of Lugh's cousins, around Mirelle's age—spoke again, her voice hesitant.
"I could've sworn I saw someone there just now."
Selaphiel gave her a wide, almost mischievous smile.
"Did you?"
"N-no, it must have been my imagination"
The girl stammered, shrinking back nervously.
Lugh let out a breath, invisible to their eyes, and silently slipped away. There was nothing more for him to do for now.
Roaming the halls would be pointless; his plans could only unfold with time. So he chose to wait, observing through the countless hidden "eyes" he had planted around the manor.
Perhaps something truly interesting would happen during the ball.
Night came quickly.
The high-rise tiers of Pyrellis glittered to life, like a thousand tiny beacons scattered through the misty dark.
