"And asked me to agree to Luca's request."
Kara's lips curved slightly. "Junior brother, I guess you already have a way to deal with it."
She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, propping up her fair face with the backs of her hands. Her lashes were long, her brows soft and curved like distant mountains, and her eyes—once cold and sharp—now carried an unusual gentleness as they settled on Ethan.
Though Kara and Lyralei were sisters, they were completely different kinds of beauty.
Lyralei was aloof, sharp-edged, like ice under moonlight.
Kara, by contrast, was petite and graceful, her temperament warm once the guard around her heart lowered—far more approachable.
Ethan shook his head slowly and sighed.
"Senior Sister, you dug a pit for me."
"Hmm?"
Kara raised a finger and gently shook it.
"I didn't dig a pit," she replied with a faint smile.
"It was you, junior brother, who asked me to drink poisonous wine and agree to Luca's shameless demands."
