When Eyes Finally Opened
Rias, who was a step behind the rest of them, blinked repeatedly. "Wait… that's not Mia," she uttered slowly. "Mia returned to her mansion to get ready for the evening dress for tonight's event… and she hasn't returned yet."
The tension in the air grew heavier.
Cynthia's eyes narrowed, flicking from the enigmatic girl to Leon, still sleeping soundly with a guardian arm around her.
"Then… if she's not Mia…" her voice hung. "Then who the hell is she?" Cynthia grumbled in disbelief, her voice low. "And why is she in his bed?"
They all went quiet once more as they crept closer—stealthy, silent, but motivated by the same maelstrom of feelings: confusion, wonder… and something keener.
Aria said it with a hint of amusement at the situation. "He's cuddling her like she's his."
"That's what I'm trying to understand," Kyra whispered. "Since when—and where—did he find our new sister?"
