Lucy was astounded by Simma's reply. Even Sarah, who had been wearing that ever-arrogant smirk since morning, raised a brow, her tone dripping with mockery.
"So what are you saying, smart ass? That we attack during the day?" she scoffed. "What a brilliant idea. Let's fight in the sunlight and make sure everyone sees us. Silly."
Simma felt her words sting, not just her tone but the weight of them. They dug under his skin like little thorns. Still, he forced a weak, fake smirk.
"Do you wanna bet," he said, his voice low but steady, "that once we get past those walls, we'll be captured?"
Sarah chuckled without looking at him. "Keep that fake smile, hero. I'm not betting." She turned her face away sharply, her silver hair swinging like an irritated whip.
Simma lowered his gaze, his lips twitching as if he had more to say, but Lucy beat him to it.
"You two need to stop it already," she said, rubbing her temples.
