To say I was suspicious of Argent would be an understatement. His answer for all of this fit far too well. How could I believe that an imp had attacked April instead? If I accepted that I would have to rethink my spell.
I couldn’t do that.
I needed to perform my spell and I still needed the lifeblood of a fairy to do it. Nicon had accepted her fate. So it would be fine, right? I had a fairy in my hand, though a dying one.
“You don’t believe me, do you?” Argent demanded glancing over his shoulder. His eyes narrowed on me. Nicon was cradled close to his chest. Too close to his chest in my opinion.
“Why would you think that?” I demanded. “I didn’t say anything about not believing you.”
“It’s in your eyes, alchemist. They study me with suspicion and not because I am holding Nicon. You
