My nostrils flared as I inhaled deeply, expecting to pick up a scent change that would tell me she might be lying. I searched her eyes, looking for the beast who had destroyed the Guild in Arariel and caused so many casualties. But she remained somber, and I saw nothing that would indicate she was not being truthful. Learning the truth of how Zekiel had died hurt me more than I thought it could. I was happy that I felt something, even pain, but it seemed that I was having trouble controlling my newfound emotions.
