Lethia chuckled and dropped onto the bed. "Even if you're the one in control, it's still my body. And how could I trust a lewd fox like you?"
["I've got standards, okay? I only act lewd for men who possess my beads."]
Lethia's mind snapped at that. "So… is Caelum fine now? You can feel it, right?"
["Yeah. Judging by how my tail grew another one and is glowing even brighter, I'd say he's still breathing just fine."]
Lethia still had her doubts, but she chose to trust Whisney, at least enough to quiet her mind and think more clearly.
She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and replayed everything that had happened since the day she was rejected. Then she opened her eyes.
"Whisney, how much do you think Varrel actually knows about my power?"
Lethia stood from the bed and walked over to the vanity, facing the mirror. It didn't take long before the six-tailed fox appeared with that infuriating smug look, one brow cocked in mock amusement.
"You mean my power?"
