[ The problem whit being legally half-dead, even when your body and soul where more than alive, was that you couldnāt made appointments for yourself. Something about it being bad to give a dead personās information to a stranger with a meeting to a powerful man. Libitina had said her name would get them a quicker word, but her brother in law had stepped his foot down for once in his life and given his own name. People talked, he said. And her name should stay as quite as possible until she was a legal person again.
Sheās been wanting to meet Alexander Lords for quite some time now, since Ezra came back with a new face a weight behind his eyes, declaring that he couldnāt even let her guard down with her because this employer of his needed his protection. For all she knew, Ezra wouldnāt feel so strongly for someone if they didnāt deserve it. So when he walks in, making deaf ears to any complains about her yapping dog or her lack of proper modals by not knocking first, and for once in her life: Libitina doesnāt know what to expect. ]
Mr. Lords. [ Sheās glad her voice is louder than the clicking of her heels. ] I am aware you were not expecting me but my brother in law, and I apologize for the confusion, if any. Libitina Duquesen, who as you can see is neither dead nor a ghost ālog story Iāll tell in another moment. For now, I need to move to more pressing matters. [ Libitina barely to breath, the hand holding the dogās leash going up in the air, palm up to rather imperiously ask for a moment, for him to let het finish. ] Ā
How and where is he? Ezra? [ Theron. ] Answer me that, and then Iāll do my best to answer any question you might have for me.
