Richard tsked.
He couldn't tell if his best friend spoke the truth or not. It wouldn't be unlike Ambryan to keep it a secret. He had always done that—especially when it concerned his childhood. Stories that happened outside of the city were off-limits. Not even Avery had shared anything.
It still had him curious after all these years.
"Look, I'm just saying what I know." He snorted, gulping a mouthful of wine.
Ambryan averted his eyes and drank some more. He only took a break only to respond briefly. He refused to let this theory be dragged longer. "She wasn't the only person who had red hair."
'That woman… Mila was it?' He thought, recalling the third woman he met, 'She had tight ginger curls. It was also natural compared to Evangeline's which seemed dyed.'
Richard choked on the wine. He coughed raspily as his throat burned from the sensation. He hadn't expected such a twist—not that he minded. Things became more interesting than he initially expected.
