Her expression was robotic. Eyes blank. Smile twitching.
Alice.
The little brocon pretended not to notice.
Instead of facing any possible allegations, she leaned deeper into Kaiden's chest like a cat trying to vanish into a pillow. She tugged his coat forward with her dainty fingers, attempting to bury her face in it completely.
But this time, Kaiden wasn't going to play along for even a second.
He sighed and reached down under her chin.
Alice instantly went stiff.
His finger gently pressed up.
But Alice wasn't moving.
A full-blown power struggle had begun.
In her head, an entire civil war unfolded.
"Do not lift that chin! If you lift it, you're gonna get scolded!"
"But it's Kai! I don't want to go against his wishes!"
"Doesn't matter! He's gonna be disappointed in you!"
"But… but he'll pet my head after, if I apologize properly, maybe!"
"You taught a young, innocent child how to ritualistically murder dolls, you absolute maniac! What headpats are you expecting?!"
