/- Dianne -/
As we neared the spot where memories of old friendships lingered, Curtis's voice cut through the air like a sudden gust of wind, jolting me from my thoughts.
"Do you happen to know the identity of Primus Lucian's killer?" His question hung in the air, heavy with implications that sent a chill racing down my spine.
I turned to him, my eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Why would you ask something like that?" I demanded, my voice sharp with apprehension. "And why now, of all times?"
His gaze met mine, a flicker of something unreadable dancing in his eyes. "Just curious," he replied, his tone casual but his words ringing with an intensity that set my nerves on edge. "After all, everyone loves a good mystery, don't they?"
