As the meal began, the dining hall buzzed with conversation and laughter, and the clinking of dishes filled the space. Lara had never felt so happy eating lunch before.
Her gaze drifted to Agilus, who, for once, was eerily silent. The man who usually couldn't go two minutes without running his mouth was now staring at his plate, unusually subdued.
She arched a brow. "What's wrong with you, Agilus?"
Still, he said nothing. The silence stretched unbearably, and Lara, never one to ignore an oddity, decided to break it.
Agilus stiffened, a tinge of crimson creeping up his face. How could he possibly tell her that, for the longest time, he had harbored… improper thoughts about her relationship with Alaric? That he had assumed things—very embarrassing things—only to find out he had been painfully wrong?
