Velonica pressed her lips together; she concurred with Rolan's words—after all, he had mentioned it in their agreement. Then again, that wasn't what bothered her. More accurately, it was how they would go against the force manipulating events from behind the scenes.
Rolan smoothed his hair back, glaring at the creature's remains as the scattered flesh shattered into the blowing winds until it vanished. He wore a troubled look, adequately hidden by his playful smirk and relaxed eyes. Velonica stared at him while Rolan gazed at the snow—a rather awkward exchange.
In his mind, Rolan was hesitant to reveal any of his theories and suspicions to Velonica. Despite their alliance, he couldn't risk exposing all the thoughts he harbored about the trial. Also, a strange tug made him feel as though pieces of Velonica's story had been left out.
