Xarion looked at Lian, and for once, the usual languid indifference was absent from his expression.
When he spoke, his voice was calm and measured.
"Young Master Lian's attire is truly remarkable."
Polly completely missed the underlying meaning. Convinced that Rory's mate was sincerely praising her brother, she nodded eagerly in agreement.
"Exactly! My brother looks the best in white!"
Rory's mates were every bit as kind as Rory herself.
So courteous. So considerate.
Who would have thought a fox spirit like Lian had such an innocent little sister?
How fascinating.
A faint smile tugged at Xarion's lips.
Then he continued.
