Kyle's eyes snapped open, sharp and clear despite his drained state. The moment his gaze landed on the trembling maid, his demeanor shifted from half-asleep to entirely focused.
"What were you trying to do?"
He asked, voice low but firm, like a blade sheathed in velvet.
The maid flinched, wringing her hands as she stammered.
"N-Nothing! I wasn't going to do anything, I swear! That dragon just reacted without cause! I-It's not my fault!"
Kyle's expression didn't change, but he narrowed his eyes.
"Reacted without cause? Interesting choice of words."
He repeated slowly.
The silence stretched. He rose to a sitting position, eyes locked on her face.
"You're too naive if you think you can fool me with that."
The maid's breath hitched.
A flicker of fear passed through her eyes, followed by the unmistakable twitch of someone realizing they had just made a fatal mistake. Her feet moved before her thoughts could catch up.
She turned and bolted toward the door.
