"Do not drag me into your affairs, Matron Valeria," said Galaad in a grave tone. His eyes shone with a cold gleam, and for a moment, the mask of lightness he often wore seemed to crack.
Valeria remained unperturbed, though her gaze grew more intense. "I no longer unofficially hold the title of Matron," she announced, a subtle bitterness slipping into her voice.
Galaad gave an ironic smile. "That is indeed true, given what you're planning."
Valeria stared at him intently. "Will you all remain inactive while Damaris is sentenced to death?"
"All of us?" Galaad repeated with a raised eyebrow, feigning confusion. "Who exactly are you talking about?"
Valeria shot him a piercing look, her eyes full of reproach. "You know very well who I'm talking about, Galaad."