"We have visitors. From the Cross family."
"Lyra?!"
Sela blurted out, but quickly checked herself, clearing her throat with a soft cough. She asked again, this time more measured,
"Uhm, who exactly arrived?"
The woman responded flatly,
"Lyra Cross is amongst them."
A simple answer. Too simple.
Lugh raised an eyebrow. What kind of response was that? It didn't really answer the question.
But then, he looked at Sela—and understood that she didn't care either way.
"Hey, Lugh. Hurry up."
Lugh rose slowly from his seat, turning slightly to face the messenger. His voice came quiet but composed.
"I understand we have visitors from the Cross family… but why exactly is our presence required?"
"Stop asking dumb questions, Lugh. Let's go,"
Sela said with rising impatience.
The shadow, in contrast, remained collected and formal. She addressed him directly.
"Your presence has been particularly requested, young lord."
"I see,"
