Leysa:
"I will speak with my mom and then come back to you, okay?" Troy murmured, his tone low and guarded as he gave me a subtle hand gesture, assuring me everything would be fine.
The reason for his awkwardness was obvious.
The moment we arrived and slipped into the mansion, then crossed toward the guest house that stood at some distance from the main building but within the same fence where his mother lived alone, everything spiraled into chaos.
The second we rushed inside and he locked the door of the two story guest house, complete with a basement and several furnished rooms, his mother saw Clementine.
Troy lunged toward her and clamped his hand over her mouth to stop her scream. He used all his strength to calm her before she finally allowed us to stay in one of the rooms.
I stayed beside Clementine at first, then rose and followed Troy. If they were going to discuss anything, I needed to be there.
After what Yorick had done, I trusted no one. Not even Troyโs mother.
Her eyes already carried a strange intensity. The way she looked at Clementine made her feelings clear.
She had never liked her. Not after the entire fallout of their broken friendship.
I stepped outside and stood near the doorway, watching Troy speak to his mother.
"Why is she here?" she demanded. "Did you not hear the announcement? She is a monster. Why would you bring a monster into your home when your mother lives here alone?"
I had expected this.
"Mother, she is not a monster. Do you not understand? This is their way of trapping her. If anyone spots her, they will report her so they can silence her before she reaches the news and exposes them," Troy insisted, gently reaching for her elbow.
She slipped her arm free and pushed his hand down, making it clear she was not convinced.
"Then tell me," she pressed, folding her arms. "What exactly will she tell the news? Why would they lie? Everything that needed to be revealed was already said by Ian."
It was a fair question. I had wondered the same. The council was clearly targeting the strongest threat.
"Mother, you know Clementine speaks up against injustice. That is what they fear," Troy replied, trying again to reason with her.
I watched him quietly and allowed myself a faint smile. It was strange to be standing beside him like this.
We had never worked together before, yet we had crossed paths often. I used to feel jealous of Clementine for having secured his friendship.
I had always found him attractive.
"That makes no sense," his mother snapped, dragging me back to the moment as she argued with him again.
"Mother, all I am asking is that you trust me. Do you trust me?" Troy stepped closer, gripping her arms just below the elbows and giving her a firm shake, stopping her from pulling away this time.
She stared at him, bitterness clouding her expression. Then she exhaled heavily and lowered her hands.
"Fine," she muttered. "But the moment I find out she is dangerous, I will not tolerate it." She pointed a finger at him in warning.
"I will not let that happen. Now come on," Troy urged.


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