Erin might as well have had the word "scheme" tattooed on her forehead, her intentions glaringly obvious.
Lyra cast a quick glance over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing. "Fine."
This could easily turn into her opportunity to strike back.
Without another thought, she followed Erin—whose smug smirk made it clear she thought she'd already won—straight towards the mecha bay.
At that same moment, Kail was on the verge of leaving. His entire squad had been decimated during the chaotic fight at the trading market. The crushing weight of defeat hung heavily over him. When he saw Lyra, he managed to whisper, "Sis…"
She didn't break stride. "Let's go."
Kail blinked, caught off guard. "You're heading out too?"
But he didn't need much time to piece it together. His expression darkened, and he shot Erin a sharp look. "You're still trying to hurt her? Even now?"
