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Autumn's lips trembled as they neared Lyla's ear. Her breath hitched, her lashes fluttered shut.
And then, so quiet that only Lyla could hear, she muttered, "Let's pretend like I said something."
For a moment, nothing.
Then Lyla blinked… just once.
Her shoulders didn't stiffen. She didn't flinch. She simply turned her head the slightest degree…as if brushing a lock of hair aside…and gave the faintest nod.
No one saw it.
But Autumn felt it.
A moment of truce in the midst of a hostility that shouldn't exist.
A thread of something… buried somewhere... Almost sisterly. Even if Lyla didn't know… or maybe she did.
Then Autumn pulled back and returned to her seat.
The room was still frozen.
Velor's wives watched with narrowed eyes, their expressions unreadable.
Serra tilted her head, clearly itching for a reaction.
"Well?" she prodded, tone thick with booze and curiosity. "Did we break the ice?"
