"...Suspicious."
Lucavion's grin widened immediately. "Very."
"Not suspicious," Toven shot back, trying to sound offended but coming off more defensive than anything. "Just… private research."
"Research you're too scared to name?" Caeden said evenly, cutting into his meat without looking up.
Mireilla leaned closer, chin propped on her hand. "Come on, Toven. You can't just leave rune-scrawled circles all over your floor and then act like it's none of our business. That's how curses start in horror plays."
Lucavion chuckled, low and knowing. "Or cults."
Toven glared at him. "It's not a cult."
Lucavion smirked. "That's exactly what someone in a cult would say."
Mireilla's lips twitched into a victorious grin. "Suspicious," she repeated, softer this time, savoring the word.
Toven slumped forward with a groan, head thumping against the table. "You people are impossible."
