"So… the bond was formed by a power you gained as you were dying…?"
An accidental bond, no matter how unconventional, was still an accident. And with the miraculous and impossible nature of her power to bond without a heart, who could dictate what happened in that razor-thin slice between life and death?
That accidental tether was what had pulled her back. It was the only explanation, and Eastiel, faced with the living, breathing proof before him, had no choice but to believe it. In truth, he'd stopped doubting the moment he'd felt her solid weight in his arms.
"But it offends me," Eastiel said, his voice sharpening as he turned a glowering look toward Arkai, "that you, of all people, accepted the Dragon Lord's… insane proposal, Lord Dawnoro."
Arkai grunted, closing his eyes, physically absorbing the accusation in surrender.
"Strange," Cecilia hummed, tapping her chin. "I'm more upset with Lord Oathran, personally."
