Something about this whole situation felt deeply off.
The beautiful woman standing before her had casually held Veil's hand the moment she walked in, and even helped him to the bathroom without the slightest hint of shame.
If there wasn't something fishy going on here, Saoirse wouldn't believe it for a second.
What made it worse was that when Veil woke up, he hadn't called for anyone else. Just this woman. That alone said a lot about her place in his heart.
Without even realizing it, Saoirse had already begun to see Lyra as her biggest rival.
Sure, she had once told Veil she wouldn't get jealous over just any random girl. But this wasn't just any girl.
Lyra? She was no ordinary girl. She was clearly inching her way toward becoming Veil's consort. A serious threat.
"Drink it all up. The medicine will help you recover faster. Once you're better, wherever you want to go, I'll take you," Saoirse said gently, lifting the spoon to Veil's lips, her eyes brimming with affection.
