“Declan has gone mad,” Clarisse found herself whispering under her breath, “His heart has gone cold against his people.”
“He has,” Lowell agreed forlornly, “It’s getting harder and harder these days to appease his anger, and his decisions haven’t been as sound as they were before.”
Raising her head, Clarisse caught Lowell’s gaze. Apparently, he had been staring at her for some time now. Clarisse held his gaze, and soon realized it was time that she and Lowell talked about something important.
“Lowell, I think it should be fair that I tell you something,” Clarisse said, correcting her posture and sitting straight on the couch.
Her choice of words, as well as her body language, piqued Lowell’s curiosity. She looked as if she was about to discuss something important. The sound of her voice turned softer and more serious, as if she only meant for Lowell to hear her despite the fact that it was just the two of them.
