"My face?" Ditun let out an interesting laugh, leaning back against the chair. Sure, his wife's sister was quite fierce, and he knew one day she might likely rip off his mask. But her fierceness had almost ended her life. How interesting that she had just escaped death and was trying to find herself in another trouble. "It is best if you let it be," he said.
"I knew it," Verina said, raising her voice, absolutely forgetting that her sister was still resting. "I knew it, perhaps you are like them."
"Them?" Ditun tilted his head, feigning ignorance of what she meant. "Who do you mean by them?"
"The..." Verina paused, remembering that she was not meant to tell anyone about their existence. "Well, just so you know," she frowned, her eyes deep with worry, "I can't trust you with Dalia when you are yet to show your face."
