Chapter 016: Slip of the Tongue

"Felix, please not today," Lyra said, stopping him with one of her hands rigidly held out.

"Can you hear that rumbling?" It's about to rain. You know I need to get home as soon as possible; it's late already." She added.

Felix ran a hand over his hair, looking like someone who had just lost a rare contract.

Then she shrugged and said,

"Alright, maybe next time then."

"Yeah, yeah, next time," Lyra replied in a hurry, going close to him and hugging him briefly.

"We'll see some other time, okay?" She whispered, before limping out of the room, leaving Felix, who was still unmoved and expressionless, gazing straight at the wall like a statue.

The rain was beginning to trickle down little by little by the time Lyra got outside. She quickly flagged down a taxi with urgency in her tone as she described the junction located a few meters close to Dante's estate, the same one she stopped the other time, knowing that none of them would agree to drive into the estate itself.

Lyra climbed down fro