"You sure you want to know about that ghost story?" he asked me again. "Don't want to put too much pressure on your underdeveloped shoulders."
"I… I need to know what all the fuss is about," I answered.
Luca, sitting next to me on the couch, had accepted a bowl of fruit from the pixie that had stood up from her chair to place elf tea on the table in front of us. I didn't touch it. My attention was focused entirely on the Lord of Star's amused face.
I've heard rumors about you, kiddo… unsubstantiated rumors about you wielding a sense gift," he said, his eyebrow arching. "I guess those rumors are true if you're so desperate to hear about the old knights."
I nodded. There was no point hiding it. Being a wielder of a sense gift himself, Chris Pint could probably tell if I was lying.
He proved me right by sniffing the air in front of him and then saying, "I smell the truth on you."
Chris Pint tapped on his nose with a finger.
