At that name, something flickered in her face.
A spark of interest undeniably.
Lancet continued before she could interrupt. "And I lost."
"Seeing that you are alive," she said, "then it was not a duel to the death."
"It wasn't."
"So what is the point?"
"Losing is the point!" he almost snapped. "I don't want to lose."
That got her attention.
Kestrel looked him over with a new kind of focus, one sharper than suspicion. "You speak as though a loss has become a personal insult."
"It has."
She considered that, then tilted her head slightly. "Renan Falconhart."
Lancet nodded.
"I remember the Falconharts," she said, a memory playing in her teal eyes. "Is he a Swordsmaster, a Dragoon or a —?"
"Knight," Lancet answered. "Heavenly Knight to be specific. Worse when he uses the sword."
Kestrel's mouth twitched, almost a smile, though it never fully became one. "Good."
That surprised him.
She noticed his reaction and looked vaguely pleased with herself for it.
