Jo stared down into the liquid of her glass as if trying to divine an appropriate why to give Darcy the answer she wanted.
"Just speak your mind, whatever you feel or know, and save me the trouble of having to call you a liar, little church mouse," Darcy's husky voice was almost sultry in the way she spoke to entice her to speak.
Jo took a deep breath and let her mouth follow her flow of consciousness. It was impossible to lie to someone who you know was able to read your mind and she was absolutely terrified of what the Wolf would do to her if she faltered. She revealed to Darcy her speculations and knowledge about the elf Markos had been obsessed with over the course of their lives.