Mother-in-law?
Not many things could shock Lugh, but this definitely did.
The elf standing before him looked like she could be Mirelle's age-mate—if not for the ancient weight that rested behind her eyes.
She hadn't once let her gaze stray from him.
He didn't know how she had bypassed the countless eyes he'd scattered across the gardens, all of which should've raised alarms the moment she approached.
Isolde seemed just as shocked by the woman's sudden appearance, though that didn't stop her from bowing deeply in respect.
The elf spoke, her voice sharp and clear.
"Hey, boy. What was that magic you just used?"
Everyone had seen the event unfold: the beastkin had changed, taking on his form in every possible detail.
What they didn't know—and what Lugh had no intention of explaining—was that he had taken control of her body before casting a reinforced transformation spell, one precise enough to forge a perfect clone.
