Caelum took a deep, shaky breath. He watched Lethia's utter confusion, and it only fueled his own. Was she playing games?
"There's a fox spirit inside you, right?"
Lethia bit her lip, nodding slowly. "The fox… her name is Whisney. She saved my pup when we were stabbed and dying that time."
Caelum smirked. Cruel. "Yeah… Lyria Whisney. That's your name. That's you."
Lethia gasped, clinging to the hope that Caelum was just throwing out another sick joke.
"Caelum… I still don't—"
"What memories did you get from the moria magic?"
Lethia blinked, trying to force the fragmented flashes from the old forest house to the front of her mind.
She detailed the entire memory to Caelum, starting with Whisney suddenly pulling her body toward the old mansion.
Caelum forced himself to match Lethia's story with the memories he possessed.
He fought disbelief. The woman before him must be lying.
She was, after all, the sly fox who could manipulate anyone with ease.
