"Oh no, Luca," Isabella gasped, her eyes wide with mock horror at the way he had phrased the question. It was almost too much, even for her. "Who should we kill?" It was a serious question, but the delivery was so deadpan that she couldn't stop herself from blinking. She paused for a second, feeling the weight of the absurdity sink in. "You know what...never mind."
Luca simply nodded as if he hadn't missed a beat, his face as serious as ever.
Opehlia, ever the sweet one, leaned in toward Luca, her voice barely above a whisper. "It means to serve," she said, her words as innocent as they could be.
Shelia raised an eyebrow at her, leaning in as well. "He wouldn't understand," she whispered back with a knowing smirk.
