An attempt at flirting

Celia clenched her jaw as Lex complimented Savannah. How dare he praise her sister, who was nothing but a weakling and a slave? Celia wanted to wipe that smug smile off Savannah's face, but she knew she had to play along. She curved her mouth into a sweet smile and pretended to be impressed by Savannah's skill.

After a moment, she spoke up.

"I think this particular sword is too heavy for me to lift." She fluttered her eyelashes at Lex, hoping to catch his eye.

He looked at her with a puzzled expression, unaware of her hidden agenda. “But this sword is easily lifted by even our omegas and even by your sister.” He explained in bewilderment, oblivious to the signals Celia was shooting him.

“Well, I guess I’m fragile and ladylike.” She giggled, raking her fingers over his barechest.

From the side, Savannah watched them, stomach twisted in knots at what was unfolding before her eyes. It was so clear what Celia was trying to do and it terrified the living daylights out of Savannah. Did Cel