"Lucas isn't the type to fight stealthily. He's fast, but he's a swordsman. His movement is always direct, always with intent. How did he bypass your senses?"
Irina's lips parted slightly before she closed them again, thinking.
Because that was the exact thing that had been bothering her too.
"Yeah," she muttered, crossing her arms, her expression tightening. "That's what I thought, too."
Astron remained silent, waiting for her to continue.
Irina exhaled through her nose, her frustration bubbling back up—not just at Lucas, but at herself for not figuring it out sooner.
"I don't know how he did it," she admitted. "But I do know that for a while, I couldn't tell he was there. And I should have been able to."
Astron's gaze flickered. "Go on."
