"I see"
Lugh concluded, his voice deep and ominous, his tone devoid of any urgency or surprise.
For a moment, Isolde thought something might happen. Her breath got stuck in her throat, until he followed up calmly.
"You don't have to worry. I won't tell anyone."
She blinked.
He had agreed, just like that. No terms, no conditions.
She had fully expected him to demand she teach him magic, something her younger self would definitely do and something her present self would reluctantly fulfill.
Not because she wanted to, but because it would tie him to their shared fate. It would have been smart, and Lugh always struck her as a calculating boy.
But here he was, detached. Even the way he had responded to her speech, the questions he asked, they'd carried curiosity, not emotion.
No shock. No disbelief. Nothing like what she had felt at his age.
