Even those who ended up in her web adored her up to their last dying breaths, but she wasn’t one to boast. Her eyes moved over Jayati’s expression, turning away just before her mouth betrayed a full dimpled smile. She swept her midnight hair back behind her ear, following its silky flow down to the side of her neck, settling her fingertips there as she looked out toward the stage she would be performing on tonight, weaving her silence into the low, mumbling noises around them. If nothing else, her music was one thing she didn’t mind sharing with others. She had, in some ways, her...she had Li Jun to thank for that. Of course, mystery wasn’t built on dredging up the past, was it?
“I’ve never known you to rely on hearsay,” Alistair expressed, tipping her head back slight, regarding Jayati again from the corners of her eyes. “While you’re here, I suppose you’ll want to decide for yourself.”