"Haha… hahaha…" On the other end of the line, Saoirse still hadn't realized just how grave a mistake she'd made. Maintaining her usual superior tone, she gave a soft snort. "Even though I'm quite busy right now, I suppose I can spare a few minutes to talk to you. In fact, if you're willing to humble yourself a little, I wouldn't mind teaching you how to win Veil's heart. As long as you follow my instructions, sooner or later, you'll get what you want."
Teach her?
Saoirse herself didn't even have a firm grasp on Veil's heart—so what qualified her to teach someone else?
Lyra understood this clearly. Saoirse might carry herself like a queen looking down on the world, but at the end of the day, she was just a lonely woman—someone without a single true friend she could confide in.
Within the Black Dragon Society, no one dared to defy her commands.
But when it came to opening up, to sharing the contents of her heart…
Would she even dare speak? And who would dare listen?
