Liara T'soni Mass Effect 2 Novels & Stories

Elara looked faintly amused. “You overestimate your impact,” she said. “On him. On me. On any of this.” She half‑turned in one frame, as if addressing some board only she could see. “You brought my broken weapon back to my core,” she said. “And you brought the boy she was meant to temper. How efficient. Almost touching.” Aria’s tone suddenly spiked. “Her core channels are syncing hard,” she said, urgent. “Lys, her systems are orienting on you. She’s—”

The situation with Mason right now just reminded me of why I needed to remain calm because marrying Hunter simply because I love him is not my only goal, and my main goal is to get to the position of Luna and use that position to put every person who has ever insulted me and my family in their place. I'm only going to play nice with people simply because I haven't achieved my aim yet, but once I get what I want, I'm going to bring my mother back to where she belongs, and I'm going to slaughter every filthy mouth that has anything to say about my family, myself, and, more importantly, my mother.

It was love, or at least as close to love as someone like Mason could get. And it had never, ever been for her. Lyra's hand moved unconsciously to her pocket, to where the small pouch of herbs rested. Wolfsbane and silverleaf. Protection against persuasion and influence. Had Mason been using the mate bond to control her feelings? To make her more compliant, more trusting? Or had she simply been a fool, seeing what she wanted to see instead of what was really there?

ARIA (POV) The flatline tone from my father's monitor echoed in the ruined chapel, a cruel digital funeral mass. My body felt numb, hollowed out, as if the blue light of the EMP had stripped away every shred of humanity I possessed. Liora took two crisp steps forward, her high heels clicking sharply on the linoleum. Behind her, four tactical operatives in matte-black armor fanned out, their assault rifles raised, lasers painting red dots across Elias’s chest and my forehead.

"Are you." 'Stay back.' Danica's voice growled with a hint of menace. There was something oddly familiar about that voice. It wasn't until I looked at her eyes once more that I knew... her rogue side had managed to awaken. "What's going on, alpha?" Chris hissed, cutting his gaze to me. "What is happening to Luna?" "I don't know." Turning my gaze back to Danica, I tried to make sense of what was going on. Was this due to her being unable to process the loss of Bryllie? It was similar to what Martha said happened to her when her parents were murdered.