Esme turned to glance at Jeremiah who was on his knees, ''I beg for an explanation.''
Rezeph looked just as amorous as before as if he had no hand in Jeremiah's pathetic dilemma.
Esme was speechless. Now that he was begging her, what explanation was she supposed to give?
I was lighting a candle, and the ballroom caught fire?
Or, you know, fire burst out of my hands. It was unintentional.
''I am the one giving an explanation,'' Rezeph waved his hand like an excited child and stepped forward, shielding her behind broad shoulders, ''I brought her here on her request to stimulate her powers to placate her. My dear daughter is getting married to you in a few days and she came crying to me, sobbing about how she felt inferior compared to you.''
A certain dear daughter: "_"
Even she was not as thick-skinned and sly to be able to lie so blatantly like that.
