[Outskirts of Veron: Forest]
Mikoto watched idly as Lyra's expression twisted into something that could only be described as seething rage. Her eyes burned with hate, her lips curling into a snarl.
"You bastard," she spat, her voice venomous. "There's no way I would ever do that!"
Aelfric remained unfazed, dark satisfaction coiling behind those cold, all-seeing eyes. He tilted his head slightly, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk as if relishing the fire in her.
