The moment Luca heard that sing-song voice—adding fuel to the fire he had just spent the past few minutes desperately trying to extinguish—his head snapped around like a hawk spotting prey.
His eyes narrowed as he scanned the crowd of Centaurs
Wherever his eyes landed, the knights flinched and looked away, their expressions screaming innocence.
'Not me.'
'Not me.'
'Definitely not me!'
His gaze swept across the assembled warriors, each one desperately avoiding eye contact, until finally, it landed on Sigrid.
Luca could have sworn the voice had come from her direction.
Sigrid, sensing his suspicion, suddenly looked flustered.
She shook her head vehemently, her ponytail whipping back and forth like a panicked horse's tail.
She then glanced behind her, took a deliberate step to the side, and gestured with her hand as if to say,
'Look. Just look behind me.'
But the moment she moved, a small voice squeaked from behind her.
"No, Sigrid! Don't go! Don't leave me!"
