"Maybe this one is, but the next one might not be."
He held up his right hand. "I promise, I will place no more spells on you."
And you can trust every word out of a liar's mouth, Azriel commented.
Have you ever heard the saying "If you can't say something nice, say nothing?"
I do not believe so. Nor can I help commenting when he makes such blatantly unbelievable statements.
It was pointless saying anything further when I was never going to convince him that Lucian was remotely trustworthy, so I didn't bother. Especially since I wasn't one hundred percent sure of it myself.
I crossed my arms and said, "And what about getting other people to place spells on me?"
"I promise I won't do that, either."
"Does that mean there's no other spells on me?"
"I did not need more than one."
Which wasn't actually confirmation that there were no other spells, just that he hadn't actually needed them. I eyed him for a moment, then sighed softly and waved a hand. "Fine. Give me a closer look at the ward."
He pushed it toward me. I studied it dubiously for several minutes, then gathered together the threads of my courage and reached for it.
No touch! Amaya screamed, the sound so high-pitched it made my eyes water.
At the same time, the Dušan swiveled around in my flesh, its head near my knuckles as it snarled at the ward.
I snatched my fingers away.