Lyra slipped into a black Lolita dress with deep red accents, adding a matching lace headband to complete the look.
Doll shoes on her feet and dark makeup gave her an eerie, lifeless appearance. As she stood quietly by the window, she seemed more like a doll than a person.
Across the room, the leader of the pirates, Raphael, was holding a scalpel. He was fixated on the Galestone cub like a curious child with a puzzle.
When he finally noticed Lyra in her new dress, the scalpel clattered from his grip.
Awe filled his eyes as he approached her, almost like a performer stepping into the spotlight.
"It's perfect. It suits you... so PERFECTLY!" he breathed.
With a soft kiss on Lyra's forehead, his gaze darkened, hunger simmering just beneath the surface. "I can't wait anymore. I want you, now."
His strong scent surrounded Lyra as she tilted her head up, eyes calm. "Do you know how many mines are on Wyrmtrace?"
