Lira and Varen (2)
"As expected…..When it comes to deceiving, there is no one else better than a whore."
Varen's sneer deepened, his words dripping with cruelty as he stepped closer, his voice low but carrying throughout the room. "Even though your choice cost you the life of the man you supposedly 'loved,' it seems you no longer care, do you? It makes sense, though. After all, you were just playing with him like a toy. You never loved him. You were never capable of it."
The words cut through the air like a blade, sharper than any sword. For a moment, the room went deathly silent, and even the whispers died out. Valeria's breath caught as she watched Lira, her eyes widening slightly as she sensed the shift in the air. The calm, composed mask that Lira had worn for so long began to crack.