Some words, when spoken from the usually cold and distant Lyra, carried a weight that couldn't be described.
It was a kind of satisfaction Veil couldn't quite put into words.
For someone like Lyra—an elegant professor with a frosty demeanor—to say things like that… it didn't just sound nice. It felt like a victory.
What, did they really think it was some sort of accident?
What a joke.
He had planned this.
Why else would he bring only Lyra to negotiate with Dorian Wilson that night, leaving everyone else behind?
Because it was the full moon. The exact night her condition was known to flare up.
Veil's long-running campaign had already ensnared Lyra's heart. But to take things to the next level? Naturally progressing their relationship might take forever. What he needed was a "twist of fate."
And that twist came exactly as intended.
He might've been saying sorry, might've acted like it was unplanned… but in Lyra's heart, did she really believe he had done anything wrong?
