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— You must have made a big impression on Azerai — the wolf indicates the cape on my shoulders.

—Actually, I thought he was quite... — I swallow the harsh word that threatens to escape me. — rude — complete with disgust.

Miguel shakes his face with the ghost of a smile around his mouth.

— My brother doesn't trust anyone, and even less a woman.

- Why? — I ask reflexively when we arrive at a staircase that goes up and another that goes down.

The wolf turns towards me a little.

Hesitates.

— He thinks you have too much power — he says enigmatically and points to the stairs going up. —The fen are down there. Let's go up.

— Has a woman broken his heart? — I insist, based entirely on the romance books I’ve been reading.

Miguel gives me a strange look over his shoulder as we climb, but responds anyway.

— He doesn't let any of them get close enough to do that.

The tone is dry enough to let me know the conversation is over.

We went up very little before reaching another corridor.

The wolf hesita