"Big Sister, who are those two bitches, and why can my lover recognize them without seeing their faces?" Oh, crap. Merry was furious.
"Your… lover?" Boss asked slowly. "You have a lover now… and here I thought he was your adoptive stepbrother."
Ahm, Boss, you didn't watch enough movies. Stepsiblings fucking each other is a very common occurrence where I come from.
"Big Sister, why are you here?" Nyssa finally asked. She also drew her sword, a long one-hand sword made of entirely translucent ice that must had some qualities of empowering frost. This looked nothing like a reunion between loving sisters.
Boss didn't answer. She scrutinized me with her gaze, her green eyes showing through the slits in her mask. Her hand rose, grabbed the mask, and pulled it off her face. The hood fell off her shoulders in that movement. I couldn't see her visage, though, because her head was engulfed in flames for a short moment.
