"I don't know what you mean," Izikel said firmly, his voice as steady as he could manage.
"There's no need to lie about it, Lord Izikel," Chief Markis replied, tone calm but eyes sharp. "It's not like I can prove it… I guess it makes sense how Lyzah was able to defeat Raynoel, but I would like to know what you saw—or what you think you saw?"
'Shit, he knows… no, no he doesn't. He's just trying to see if I'll admit it. There's no need to feel pressured.'
Izikel took a slow breath and calmed himself.
"I already told you, Chief Markis. I have no idea what you are talking about."
Markis tilted his head slightly. "Then where were you going, if not to see Flavius?"
Izikel felt his heartbeat quicken. The rhythm thudded in his ears.
'This man… he's dangerous. Too dangerous.'
Most people would doubt the impossible, even when staring it dead in the face. But not Markis. He was boldly implying that Izikel had some sort of ability.
