The Witch sat half-leaning against the table, a trace of amusement on her face, her free hand resting lightly on the surface.
Logi cleared his throat, taken over by this woman's aura. She was sly as she was seductive without even trying.
"How's the progress with Isadora?"
"Do not worry, Isa's in good hands."
"Many Skin weavers have diagnosed her condition, and none of them could reverse it. How could you?"
She grinned. "Of course, the son of Visindi, the god of wisdom, would ever be so curious."
Logi narrowed his eyes. "You know of me?"
She leaned closer. "Of course, I do. I know everything."
Logi adjusted in his seat; she was too close and yet she didn't seem bothered. He was.
"You lost someone."
His heartbeat spiked.
"Not just anyone. Tell me, why did you doubt it until now?"
"Doubt what?" Logi replied sternly.
"What the goddess Elska gave you. You're not stupid to never think about it."
