“The Lock of Lament,” Io said, finally turning. Her gaze fell on the key, and for the first time, something flickered across her face. Hunger. “You stole it from the Sunken Vault.”
“If you ever owe me again… I expect interest.” mistreci io
Io stepped closer. The air grew thick, smelling of rain and old roses. She took the key, her fingers brushing his. Her touch was cold, but not unkind. “The Lock of Lament,” Io said, finally turning
For a long moment, she simply looked at him. Then Io did something unprecedented. She laughed—a short, rusty sound, like a bell cracking after years of silence. “The Lock of Lament
“You owe,” she said. It was not a question.