«You seem deep in thought, Lyon. Are you worried about Ayra, or is there something else on your mind?» Daphne asks me, her voice gentle and full of concern.
That's the hardest question she could have asked me right now.
«I don't even know myself...» I mutter, my voice low, as I catch sight of my inexplicably melancholic reflection in the rippling water around us. We're lying in the same small thermal pool where she brought me last time—the one carved into a quarry of completely white stone—with her right beside me.
It's already the second time she's brought me here after noticing I was upset. She must have realized this place has a calming effect on me—just like the small, enchanting lake she takes Ayra to when she needs comfort. In the same way, she brings me here. I'm starting to see her almost like an older sister. Now I understand why my mistress holds such admiration and affection for her—Daphne truly is an exceptional vampire. Sweet, caring, and... far too beautiful.
