Lira's right hand didn't answer immediately.
She looked at him.
At him.
At the split lip.
At the side where Kai had taken the hit from the S-rank vampire that still protested every time he took a deep breath.
"Eris," she finally said.
"Kai."
"I know." Her eyes moved to the gate behind her. "Then that simplifies things."
"Yeah, seems like it does."
Eris pulled her hands from behind her back.
She had no sword.
No visible weapons.
Just her hands — long, with the rank markings etched into the skin on the back like decorative scars that seemed part of a ritual.
"The prisoners don't move," she said.
"We're gonna discuss that."
"There's nothing to discuss."
Kai set his stance.
Eris didn't set a stance — she was already in one, just so integrated into the way she stood that it didn't look like a stance.
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[GarcíaFTW: ERIS. SHE HAS A NAME NOW.]
[NocheEterna99: "Yeah, seems like it does" — Lira's vampires know who Kai is]
