Veric saw something. No question.
But I can't explain anything yet—mostly because I don't understand half of what just happened myself. I don't even know how to summon Duvilin again.
I scratch the back of my neck and put on the most casual face I have available.
"What are you talking about, Veric? Did you hit your head falling out of bed?"
"I'm going to hit your head if you don't tell me what the hell that was. A ghost just disappeared right in front of me."
"I'm going to start spreading the word that the Prince of Azure believes in ghosts."
"Shut up, Sands…"
Silence falls between us.
And so he drops it. He knows pressing me won't go anywhere—I'm not going to crack, and he's not going to enjoy losing the argument.
He stays in the doorway, openly lost, trying to figure out what to say without digging himself in deeper. I let him hang there for another second before I throw him a rope.
"Veric. Why are you in my room this early?"
