"Uhhh..."
She grabbed the front of Gray's torn shirt with both hands, yanking him forward so hard that his feet left the ground for a moment.
She pulled him right up to her face, their noses almost touching. Her golden eyes bored into his with a terrifying intensity, the divine power still faintly crackling around her.
"…Why did you kiss her?"
Her voice was ice-cold, each word laced with barely contained fury and hurt.
Gray looked straight into her eyes without flinching.
He decided to be completely honest.
"Because I knew that if I kissed her… you'd get enraged and get some kind of power-up that would help you defeat that demon."
Lyra's eyes widened for a brief second, surprise flashing across her face.
But the shock quickly twisted into coldness. Her golden eyes narrowed dangerously, the divine aura around her flaring brighter for a moment.
"And you really HAD to kiss her, huh?"
Gray gave a small, almost helpless shrug, still held firmly by his collar.
