"Your mother… is a goddess?" Razeal's voice came out low.. too low for anyone else to catch the full weight of it but there was a sharpness beneath the whisper that hadn't been there before, a quiet fracture in his tone that betrayed far more than the words themselves, and as he slowly turned his head toward Sofia, his gaze settled on her in a way that was no longer casual, no longer indifferent, but searching… probing… almost as if he was trying to peel something away from her, to see past what she had shown him until now and into something deeper, something hidden.. His eyes usually steady, controlled carried the faintest tremor, subtle but unmistakable, like a ripple beneath still water.
