"Patience, boy," Evangeline muttered, her voice tightening ever so slightly, as if her own patience was wearing thin. She quickly regained her composure, though, and forced a gentle smile back onto her face. Her eyes glittered with a mix of amusement and calculation, observing every twitch and shift in Aurelius's expression.
After all, she knew that look.
She had once worn it herself.
Doubting.
She let out a soft, almost wistful sigh, as if reminiscing on her own experiences, though her gaze remained sharp. "All in due time..." she repeated, her words carrying an underlying edge, though her voice remained soft.
Only she knew how long she waited for this...
Aurelius, despite the fear gnawing at him, kept his eyes on her, trying to decode her intent. His mind churned, trying to reconcile her promise of a cure with the creeping unease that her presence brought him.
