Lilianna turned to look at Grayson. But it was a useless gesture.
Grayson had his arms loosely crossed and his eyes fixed on the back of Neville's head.
'Don't bother,' the voice in her head said, sharp and chiding, like a flick to the back of her skull. 'Grayson won't help you. He'll side with that slut no matter what.'
She knew her inner voice wasn't wrong, and it was infuriating.
"Fine," Lilianna said, squaring her shoulders with her chin up. "Let's play rock, paper, scissors."
Ciel perched on the arm of one of the large sofas, his boyish face alight with curiosity.
Helena sat on the sofa that was a few feet behind Lilianna, with her arms crossed.
Bryan leaned against the sofa with a smile.
Neville gave a harmless smile. His hair was slightly tousled.
They raised their fists in unison.
"Rock—paper—scissors!"
Neville threw paper. His hand lay flat, fingers slightly apart, relaxed.
Lilianna also threw a paper.
