Myra's face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. She took a step closer to Eira, her voice barely a whisper yet dripping with venom. "Why did you plead on my behalf? Why did you help me, putting on that fucking facade in front of father? I don't need your help, Ephyra. Especially not from someone who can't get anyone to love her."
Eira leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms, the amusement never leaving her eyes. "Oh, don't be so dramatic, Myra. Who needs love from people who can't give me the things I want? The only thing I want is to break off the engagement with that bag of trash and toss him to you so you can enjoy him. And as for why you think I helped you, be patient. You will know soon." She sneered and turned around. "No need to thank me."
