She folded her hands together in her lap. Perfect posture. Perfect smile. Perfectly FAKE. "Well, our mission is to find Sir Alex and Sir Jin."
I blinked slooowly. Uh-huh. Right. Because she was smiling like someone who rehearsed that line in front of a mirror twenty times.
And the worst part? Her smile never touched her eyes. They stayed cold. Polished. Empty. Like she borrowed them from a mannequin.
Around us, my team reacted in their own ways:
—Viking tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, eyes narrowing just a bit.
—Coffi and Latte exchanged a whisper that sounded suspiciously like "Girl, no."
—Henry stared at the ceiling, probably asking God why he kept getting dragged into weird royal drama.
—Joff tried to drink his tea quietly and failed, because he slurped so loud Chubby's ear twitched.
—And Sir Alex…
Sir Alex just leaned on the pillar like the world owed him answers.
