Chapter 47: The Traitor and the Parrot
"Allow me to rest at least once…"
Despite the serenity outside, an unconditional feeling could be felt in the air.
Gabriel sat at his desk, drumming his fingers absently on the polished wood.
Across the castle, Daria wandered freely, though her presence was getting on his nerves.
He hadn't imprisoned her—not yet.
She was far too clever to openly incriminate herself.
Better to watch, wait, and see what she would do next.
A quiet shuffle of moves drew Gabriel's attention.
Lirian stirred in the large bed near the window, her face was still pale but peaceful as she blinked awake.
Relief went through him, but as he stood and approached, he quickly changed his expression to a more serious one.
"Lirian," he began softly, stopping a few feet away.
She turned her head, looking anywhere but at him. "I don't want to talk to you."