"He did?" Light, casual, betraying nothing. Armand's very good at it. He studies Daniel, watching him force his mortal body upwards, thinking about what lies ahead in that retelling. Where had they last ended? 1948? The coven, Claudia's rebellion. What lies ahead --
"Louis trusts you, Mr Molloy," he says, eventually. His expression is opaque, reflective. "He has lived with these ghosts for a long time. It is.. good for him to talk about them. I hope that it will help him. But I'm yet to be convinced that the outcome will be worth what is required for both of you to tread those paths."
Unspoken but clear in his bronzed eyes is the threat, the slender knife laid on the table between them. The stifled air of the room with the floor that slopes to the north. Don't make me regret it.
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"Louis trusts you, Mr Molloy," he says, eventually. His expression is opaque, reflective. "He has lived with these ghosts for a long time. It is.. good for him to talk about them. I hope that it will help him. But I'm yet to be convinced that the outcome will be worth what is required for both of you to tread those paths."
Unspoken but clear in his bronzed eyes is the threat, the slender knife laid on the table between them. The stifled air of the room with the floor that slopes to the north. Don't make me regret it.