Cecilia’s POV
When Ulysses pushed away the black robe from my hands, I only had time to notice his expression—completely indifferent.
At first, I thought Ulysses truly didn’t recognize me, just as he had been acting. But when my emotions were about to spiral out of control, I keenly noticed something strange about the robe in my hands.
After I left that beautiful little house, I draped Ulysses' robe back over my shoulders. That’s when I realized that at some point, Ulysses had discreetly placed his bird-shaped brooch on the robe.
Recalling Ulysses’ earlier expression, I ran my fingers over the brooch. Though it was made of black crystal forming the shape of a raven, it didn’t feel cold to the touch. Instead, it gave off a faint warmth, like I was caressing warm water.
As the memory of Ulysses tenderly embracing that girl flashed in my mind, a bitter laugh escaped my throat.