Lara could feel Anton Trillo's gaze on her back the entire time.
As though he was carefully studying every movement she made, weighing every word that left her lips.
"Miss Larissa Reyes."
Anton's deep voice echoed through the chamber, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
Lara paused and glanced back over her shoulder.
"When and how did you learn the ancient imperial language?"
The question caused Artemio Fuegerro's eyes to narrow slightly.
It was the very same thing he had wanted to ask earlier.
During Lara's upbringing, he had personally overseen the tutors assigned to her training. Politics, etiquette, finance, combat, diplomacy, hacking—but never ancient imperial history.
So where and when had she learned this? He wondered silently.
And more importantly… what else had she learned without his knowledge?
A strange sense of foreboding suddenly gripped Artemio's chest.
