Lumielle looked at her brother, "Aris, go somewhere. Just not here. I'll explain everything when you come back."
He looked hesitant as Lumielle squeezed his hand, "Go. I promise it'll be okay."
Aristele squeezed back, "You know I hate being left in the dark."
"I know," Lumielle said, "We had a fight about it when we were children." They did. She remembered Aristele's anger at Lumielle's own silence. Yet, now he had seemingly grown used to it, or rather she had become less reckless. Either way, Aristele had grown to accept that Lumielle was a private person. She did not like sharing her plans with anyone but herself. Not even Evangeline was privy to the thoughts inside of her head.
"Sylvia, I'm going to the Everion manor. Prepare a carriage."
It was the closest place where he could flee. She should have expected that.
"You better tell me everything," Aristele said emphasizing the last word, "Everything. When I get back."
