No Escape From Them
Lyra was leaning against the counter, filing her nails with a smug, cat-like grin on her face and Rita’s eyes filled with a dangerous, protective fire as she looked at Lyra.
"Actually, you're exactly the person I was looking for," Rita snapped, her voice trembling with rage. She stepped directly into Lyra’s personal space, ignoring the way Lyra scoffed. "You think you can just lay your filthy fingers on Aurea and get away with it?"
Lyra didn't even blink. She slowly lowered her nail file, a nasty, venomous smile twisting her lips. She looked past Rita, her eyes locking onto me where I stood frozen in the corner.