Mira looked back toward Elion. "Just how much blood did she take?"
"Quite a bit." Her eyes narrowed.
Celeste's expression soured slightly.
Before the atmosphere could become any more awkward, Elion placed one hand on Mira's shoulder. "She did not do it intentionally; it was no fault of hers."
Mira continued staring at him before releasing a long sigh.
She didn't really mean to come off that way, but it must have sounded like she was accusing Celeste of something terrible.
Despite that, taking back her carelessly spoken words would sound as if she was making excuses, so she doubled down on Elion instead.
"You are far too forgiving when it comes to beautiful women."
Elion considered her words. "That is probably true."
Mira's eye twitched. "You were supposed to deny it."
"And why would I lie to you, my beautiful lady?" Despite herself, the corner of Mira's mouth lifted slightly. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him.
