My eyebrow rises. I am certain he is aware that his son is also using dark magic.
"It's not Lyrica's fault," Eliana interjects. "Let's leave it at that."
The former king crosses his arms over his chest, clearly not convinced. He needs someone to blame, and his eyes are focused on me.
"And how do we even know that you are telling the truth about Lyrica Dunnett dying in your world?" he challenges.
"Because I was there when she passed away," I reply firmly.
"That's not enough of a reason."
There is a moment of tense silence before Eliana speaks up again. "I can attest that I have seen enough of Lyrica to know that she is different now."
The former king turns to face me. His expression is conflicted — part of him still wants to blame me, while another part of him wants to believe in Eliana.
Yet, again, it's probably the effect of being the Heroine.
