Arc braced herself as her father finished with Cory, while Sylvia examined the corpse of the beast, running her hand along the creature's throat as she walked down-body from the stump of its neck.
Her father's face wasn't angry. Such moments were always a flash in the pan for him, but the weight of his disappointment felt palpable, bearing down on Arc from her father's iridescently purple eyes.
"Tell me why it made any sense for you to come here, Arc," he said.
Arc tensed. She opened her mouth and looked away. "I just... Cory offered and I..." The urge to throw her brother into the fire came and went. He'd get his punishment from her dad and Cassiel, and lies never worked on her father anyway. "I wanted to see the Dragon Knights..."
To her surprise, he nodded. The stern look didn't change, but he eyes projected a sincere desire to understand... But how could he?
