"Fenagar knows about you ever since your trip to Jiera while Inxialot is more likely to die for good that to take a walk. Even if he did, I bet white crystals against beans that he'd forget about you the moment he takes his eyes off you."
"Makes sense." Lith nodded. "I have a favor to ask."
"Already?" The Guardian glared a bit until Lith whispered something in his ear that Leegaain Hushed with a Guardian tier spell.
"By the gods, I'd steal your idea right now if not for my precarious situation. Follow me." The two men disappeared inside the lab again, leaving the three women alone.
"What did they say?" Kamila asked Salaark.
"Beats me. The bastard is good. Solus?"
"I don't peek into Lith's mind like that!" She blushed in outrage. "Also, he would instantly notice."
"La." Shargein caught a lock of Salaark's hair and started sucking it.
Lith and Leegaain returned less than ten minutes later, feeling the palpable curiosity in the air.
