After King Godric dismissed Odessa, she hurried back to her hut, butterflies swaying about in her belly. She could perceive his scent on her body, and she loved every bit of it. Her face was covered with broad smiles as she hastened her steps towards her hut.
When she arrived, Lyra was leaning on the wall outside of the house, busy downing the liquor she was holding.
Odessa stared at her for some time before reaching closer and tapping her shoulder, “Why do you always drink liquor? Is it because you're a warrioress?”
The response she got was a brutal gaze from Lyra, and then she bowed to her, “I was just concerned because I know that people who love getting drunk are ones with demons lurking around them….” Then it clicked in her memory, one thing that Ronan told her. “Is it because of y
