A name! Or at least a hint at one. That was more than I expected. Still, I had to prod her for more information.
"What else do you know, other than his possible name? Has Dahlia let anything else slip about him?"
"...No," Gertrude said slowly as she thought about it. "When I think about it now, that is even stranger. Young Miss― I mean, Dahlia was never so tight-lipped about the people she liked. Back when she first saw Alpha Damon Valentine, she didn't stop talking about him for months!"
Coughs racked Gertrude's figure, and I quickly handed her more water. She gulped it down, breathing deeply, as I contemplated her words. Since Dahlia was keeping mum, it must have been something she knew wasn't right or socially acceptable, even by her ridiculously whacked standards.
