Emily's breath was unsteady as she watched Zyra and Emma try to make their way out of the room. She knew she could help, but there she was, helpless, cuffed to a chair with a guard watching her.
Veyron's hologram appeared on the wall again as he laughed at Zyra and Emma.
"You should know better, before walking into my trap, Nyx. What were you thinking?".
"Truth or lie?". Zyra asked Veyron looking dead into his eyes. It was one of her signature questions as Nyx and Veyron knew it well. She could be really cunning or quite blunt.
Veyron's eyes flinched but he quickly masked it. "Truth". He narrowed his eyes.
Zyra smirked, walking closer to him, daring.
"I was thinking, how miserable it would be to die by the hands of your creation".
Veyron's grip tightened against the hand of his seat. He hated the daring nature of this woman and she had always had it since she was a child. Then he came off with a light laugh.
