Kim's expression was a mirror of her conflicted thoughts, her uncertainty evident in the furrow of her brows and the gloomy tone of her voice. "What are you thinking, Theia? Will you please explain?" Her words carried a mixture of caution and curiosity, a plea for clarity in the midst of the brewing storm of ideas.
Theia's smile remained wicked, hinting at the depths of her intentions. Her eyes sparkled with a combination of mischief and confidence as she leaned in closer to Kim. "I will explain everything after we arrive," she responded, her tone dripping with secrecy. The promise of revelation hung tantalizingly in the air, bait that Kim couldn't resist.
