"Don't thank your luck, Lyra. Thank us." Belialthorn said with an arrogant tilt.
Lyra snorted. "You won't let me hear the rest of it will you?"
He shrugged. "We did save you from this prison. Don't forget that."
"Only because you have something to ask me." Lyra pointed out but her tone wasn't serious. Her freedom from the prison was a sweet thing in her body, for the first time in a while she was free of the constant stink of the prison.
Even though the smell that was stuck to her was no less stinky.....and was that why her "saviors" were giving her space? She knew she should feel offended but in seriousness, she didn't care.
"Well?" Belialthorn tried to keep the impatience out of his voice but it was what made his tone into an order.
Lyra rolled her eyes. "Alright, alright...."
