Only one question remained to me, the most important, as far as I was concerned now, though perhaps irrelevant in the grand scheme. Still, I asked it without thinking because I really wanted to know.
"Who is Leah?" I aimed that at both of them, internal and external. Felt Hazel quiver, remembered the girl only then, sheltering her from Viviana though the old sorceress made no attempt to talk to her or even acknowledge she was there inside me with us.
Yes, my locketmate sent, thoughtful now, though not as curious as I thought she'd be, considering. Who am I, old woman? Or do you have the courage to share that information?
What did she mean by that? You have a guess, I sent to Leah.
I have my suspicions, she answered. Nothing I can prove nor do I feel the need to. Not to you or anyone.
Nice attitude. Not even pretending to give a crap what I thought. Fine. Be that way.