Unable to move, Abraham found himself in the mercy of the dragoness before him. An arrogant smirk remained on her face, looking down on everything that wasn't herself. However, there was a tinge of glee as though she had found a toy to play with.
"You aren't Laplace... Who the hell are you and what are you doing with her body?" He furrowed his eyebrows and questioned the dragoness with a scrutinizing gaze. The scarlet crimson irises were already a sign, resulting in his doubts. But speaking to her made him confirmed it.
There was no way she was his Laplace, his wife.
"Please... Don't misunderstand." The edges of her lips rose further as her fingers slithered across his body. "While I'm not exactly her, I am her. We are one in the same, two sides of the same coin."
