A Man From Legend

His body tensed instinctively. The air around them suddenly felt heavier, the rhythmic creaking of the wagon wheels seeming distant in the wake of M'baku's question.

Lucas forced himself to stay composed. He couldn't afford to show his surprise. If M'baku had noticed something, others might have too.

His mind raced for an answer.

Lie. Deny it.

But then he met M'baku's eyes.

Golden. Steady. Unwavering.

Lucas swallowed. He knew that look. It wasn't suspicion. It was certainty.

Damn it.

He could deny it, but would that accomplish anything? M'baku was too perceptive. If he lied now, he'd only make things worse later. Still, the idea of openly admitting the truth made his stomach churn.

Lucas sighed, rubbing his temple. "What makes you ask that?"