As Verity experimented, a silver silhouette dropped from the sky, giving me just enough warning before Luke himself followed it, his blade drawn. He was positioned between me and Verity, his aura lashing in dark tendrils.
"Wait, Luke!" I said, hugging him from behind, holding him tightly. He stiffened in surprise, glancing back at me. "It's Verity! She's on our side."
His brow furrowed, but he relaxed his stance, lowering his sword. Verity quickly sheathed hers, but it still took a few minutes to explain what was going on.
"So, you saved her, just like you did me?" he asked.
I nodded. "Something like that. She's like a remnant."
"And you're certain she won't betray us?"
"Yes." I said so with perfect confidence, no hesitation. "Her soul is bound to mine. If I die, she'll perish as well. And the church betrayed her."
"I understand you have no reason to trust me," Verity said, pressing a hand to her chest. "But please, give me a chance."
