The room is silent, and I need to figure out if Darius knows.
"Are there any other pictures?" I glance at him, trying to see if he knows. He is calm, though; surely he wouldn't be if Luca had put that picture in his room.
It shows I'm marked and claimed, so maybe he didn't? Maybe Luca is set to make me look bad by making me lie?
"No, this is everyone." Darius sits confused. "What did he look like?" He looks at me. I sense he thinks I'm lying. To what? Cover that I went into Kellan's office, locked myself in and magically put the key on the outside?
"He was about five eight, blond hair, green eyes. He was about 200 lbs, and he had a scar at the side of his eye."
"So he was real then." I laugh at his words.
"No, I dreamt him, walked into that room, locked myself in, magically put the k
