"You went into my room?" Lara's voice was sharp, laced with accusation. Her eyes narrowed, glittering with restrained fury.
Mira blinked, her expression shifting like a mask sliding into place. "Sister," she said, voice dripping with feigned innocence, "am I not allowed in your room anymore?" Her tone trembled, wounded and wistful. "You've changed so much, Lara. I barely recognize you. You're not my little sister anymore."
Lara didn't flinch. Instead, a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.
The heavy silence shattered as General Odin strode into the room, his presence commanding. Freya was at his side, followed closely by Reya and the imposing Norse brothers, their boots echoing on the stone floor.
"What is going on here?" Odin asked, his voice firm, eyes scanning the tense scene.
