"First, I'm still curious why you asked her how many siblings she has. Do you know how oddly that sounded to me that day?"
Ruvian glanced at her.
"How so?"
"Well, if I'm being honest, I thought you were evaluating her eligibility," she said sweetly. "Like… isn't family size one of those things people check when they're thinking about marriage?"
"So, I thought you were weighing her merits as a potential bride."
'Huh, what? Wait…. did it really sound like that?'
Ruvian thought about it again, and his face slowly turned pale, as if he was beginning to realize it might not have sounded the way he meant.
'...Damn it.'
Immediately, he dismissed her implication.
"No, that's not why I asked her that."
He let out a quiet sigh.
"I was just confirming something about what I saw of her future."
That, of course, was a lie.
It wasn't her future he had seen. To be precise… it was her past—Calyra's past.
