Chapter 83: Of Petals and Patience
Lyria's POV
"Is that a Ghost Orchid?"
The question lingered in the air, quiet yet intent, as though it carried more weight than the moment itself required.
Jacinta blinked.
Then her nose scrunched faintly, her expression slipping into something between confusion and mild displeasure.
"I have no idea what you are speaking of," she said, her tone light but edged with disinterest. "It is merely a flower, is it not?"
Baron Redwick did not look at her.
Not immediately.
His attention remained fixed upon the bloom, his gaze sharpened behind his spectacles, his entire posture subtly shifting—as though the world had narrowed to that single point.
"If I am correct," he murmured, stepping closer, "then this is no mere flower."
Jacinta's smile tightened.
"Perhaps," she said, opening her parasol a fraction wider, "we ought to return to our walk."
He did not move.
I watched him carefully then.
