Jethru narrowed his sharp, dark eyes at Lara, studying her intently as if he could pull the truth from the air around her. His shoulder-length, white hair shimmered under the pale glow of the moon, the silver beams casting an ethereal light upon his weathered face.
For a fleeting moment, Lara shifted under her master's gaze. But she quickly steadied herself, straightening her spine. Her chin lifted, her brown eyes glinted with unwavering determination.
"My brothers were trained from childhood," she said, her voice a gentle melody against the stillness of the night. In her master's presence, she does not need to use Kane's voice. "I may have been pampered, and sheltered, but I also received training. My skills were honed early."
