If Libri wants to come in now she can. <<
It was as if she recognized only parts of what she was told. He wondered, partially, if maybe she was stupid. The fish-eyed stare looked past him, but not through him as the Khalif had. The salt and pepper man read her smile and understood that she knew the name—knew Haku—in some way. A way that certainly meant something by that expression. Interested, but without a need to know as he had with the others (for this girl was not like them), the orange eyes remained flat and disinterested.
“His son,” Larkspur explained shortly. Conor was only a figurehead for the time being, one that the D’Angelo knew as a superior and nothing more. He did not know how the boy would react to his darkness, if he would recognize it as kin and kind with his father’s, and did not seek to know. The Wahrer fell silent, not desiring to question her without answer anymore. It was a waste of his time.
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