Lyra’s lips curved in a faint, bitter smile. "People stronger. People lost."
Kael’s grin sharpened, eyes alight. "Finally. Something interesting."
Clara gawked at him. "Interesting? Are you insane? You just heard her! This witch could be worse than the dead!"
"Exactly," Kael said, adjusting the machete on his belt. "So she’s hot and deadly? Honestly, you’re making her sound my type."
Clara groaned, rubbing her temples. "You’re impossible."
Lyra smirked faintly despite her weakness. "You joke, but it excites you, doesn’t it? The thought of another like me."
Kael’s grin widened. "Sweetheart, danger’s half the fun."
Clara glared at him. "You’ll get us killed chasing every corrupted woman you find!"
But deep inside, her chest burned with jealousy, her thoughts hissing: 'And yet I can’t
