As Iyana recounted the harrowing events from the medical ward, fear tightened around Vyan's heart like a vise.
They must have come after Iyana because of what I did to the Estelles, Vyan thought, recoiling. I am happy that she awakened her Aura because of this, but—
His heart skipped a beat as his eyes met her sharp, scrutinizing ones. "I was just now thinking," she began, "doesn't this also mean I cannot do black magic as you said?"
That was right. If she could perform the black arts, she wouldn't have been able to achieve Aura, which led to believe that she was never involved in framing Vyan.
Dread settled within his chest.
The overwhelming feeling of guilt from that night came rushing back—the night he had clung to her like a baby and cried his eyes out.
"Uh, about that," Vyan murmured, trying to sound casual but failing.
