Paul's eyes, however, narrowed, a flicker of suspicion replacing his confusion.
This was a man who acted with confidence, who wielded a power they had only ever associated with the Temple's elite, and yet he was denying any affiliation.
It didn't make sense, but it was also a possibility they had never considered.
"That's absurd," one of the sons, a burly man with a fiery temper, growled. "Everyone knows that only the Temple teaches and grants the holy aura."
Ray's smirk widened. "Everyone knows a lot of things," he said, his voice flat but expressions playful.
"But that doesn't make them true." His gaze settled on Paul, who was still trying to process the new information.
"So let's get back to the matter at hand. The truth about the woman who was burned yesterday. The man from the Temple, other two families, and your family's involvement."
