It wasn't the brisk air that made his blood run cold. Noah actually felt like he'd been struck with some sort of freezing curse because--how did she know about that? He couldn't even try to pull out of her grasp and just stared at Odette as if she had three heads. How did she know?
As quickly as the blood rushed from his face, he flushed once again, growing hot with confusion and guilt and embarrassment. Who could have told her? Noah's mind flitted to the few people who knew about his attempt to take his own life back at Hogwarts. His parents. Siblings. Drystan Fawcett--no, there would be no reason for Drystan to have spilled the information now. Drystan had been reminded of the event over a year ago and hadn't said a word, so---Noah blinked rapidly, figuring it out.
"Noël told you?" He didn't know how he knew it was his sister, but after eliminating Drystan, it had to go back to his sister. He knew her concern for his well-being completely overwhelmed her at points, and Noah had noticed that she hadn't approached him about it like she usually does around this time. He had dismissed it as his twin being busy with her newborn, but---she had her ways.
Noah let out a quick breath from his nose, suddenly unable to look Odette in the eye. How could it be so hot in the middle of December?
"What do you want to know?" he muttered.
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