"Mm. No doubt about that," Ernest muttered as he stepped forward. "So enough games—just tell us what you're here for, Amael."
The blue-haired woman, who had been composed until now, blinked rapidly, visibly thrown off. "A...Amael?" She repeated, her voice laced with disbelief as her gaze darted toward me.
Even the other woman, the quiet, platinum-blonde one who had barely shown a hint of emotion until now, subtly tensed at the name. Her shoulders shifted, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
Both women turned in sync to look at the man standing beside them who was simply smiling.
"Wait," the blue-haired one said slowly, eyebrows furrowing. "Is that really your name?"
"No. My name's Edward."
Ernest didn't even blink. "I heard that woman call you Amael."
I sighed, trying not to sound too annoyed. "She called me Mael. It's just a nickname. Something she uses to get under my skin. I hate it, by the way. So if you don't mind, just stick with Edward."
