Threads Beneath the Underworld
When she burst into the room where Videl, Lane, Brinda, and Eon waited—
all eyes turned.
Videl blinked.
Lane narrowed her eyes instantly.
Brinda smiled like a predator scenting scandal.
And Eon looked confused.
Clara stood there flushed and furious.
Brinda was first to speak.
"My my… did Sir Victor make the Valkyrie melt?"
The room went silent for half a breath.
Then Lane's dark eyes sharpened with dangerous amusement.
"Oh? Melt?" she said slowly. "Should we be worried Victor has begun collecting knight captains now?"
Videl tilted her head, sapphire eyes shining with innocent mischief.
"Did Victor flirt again?"
Clara nearly combusted.
"No!"
Too fast.
Too loud.
And therefore completely unconvincing.
Brinda laughed, low and velvety.
"Oh, he definitely did."
She leaned forward, purple hair falling over one shoulder.
"Tell me, Clara… did our dear Victor whisper sinful things in the hallway?"
