It was just an offhanded comment, but it sent seeds of doubt into some people's minds.
At the sofas by the wall behind Ciel's side, Helena's eyes sharpened. The change was subtle and quick.
But Chronos, leaning against the arm of the sofa by the wall opposite Helena's, caught it.
Before he could even turn away his gaze, Helena's gaze landed on him.
She smiled.
It was a simple smile, but it sent shivers down Chronos's spine.
Helena's gaze didn't linger for long on him, but Chronos felt like he wanted to vomit.
His arms instinctively crossed over his midsection, hands pressing flat against his stomach.
Pete, next to him, glanced at him, and his brow furrowed.
"You hungry?" he asked mildly. "I saw some level-four cosmic beast jerky in the kitchen. Or there might be leftover baragara from dinner."
"No, I'm— " Chronos lowered his arms, self-conscious. "It's just cold."
