Her silver eyelids fluttered open as she blinked weakly against the light.
"Urg… what happened… where am I?"
Raising her arm to shield her eyes, she blinked away the lingering haze, only for her eyes to widen suddenly as her memory returned.
"Ah! That Redflame bastard!"
"Lyra."
Zair's firm hand gripped her shoulder before she could leap to her feet, and she immediately relaxed at the sight of him.
"…Brother? Ah, thank the stars. Looks like you saved me. I'm so—"
"No."
"…Huh?"
She blinked in confusion.
Zair didn't answer immediately, instead casting a sidelong glance toward the white haired man standing quietly behind him.
"He did."
"…!"
Lyra's eyes widened the moment she saw Atticus, but her shock quickly twisted into anger.
"It's you! The scammer!"
She sprang to her feet, not bothering to dust off her clothes as she pointed accusingly at Atticus.
"I told you I'd give you a piece of my mind the next time I saw you! You—"
"Lyra!"
