"Are they for me?" Lyra asked in a delighted tone, her voice becoming sweeter than syrup.
Mia shivered, her body breaking out in goosebumps.
"Speak human language. Her Majesty said you can torture them, but don't kill them yet... You know the drill. Here."
She kicked one of the women closer to Lyra's feet.
Lyra let out a squeal before dashing forward.
Before Mia could react, she was greeted with a wet kiss on the cheek.
Mia froze in shock.
Her face gradually scrunched up in disgust as she felt the urge to scrub her cheek raw. Her furious gaze turned toward Lyra, who had already run farther away.
"Lyra!"
Her roar shook through the icy prison, startling some of the women awake.
"Hahaha! Your expression is gold!"
Lyra guffawed loudly, her body trembling from the force of her laughter.
Mia rubbed her cheek fiercely, but she could still feel Lyra's saliva, making her disgust deepen.
