Dara stared at Maki in amusement.
Her expression, her beauty, her stance, her aura, her outfit—
She was a diva, through and through.
Probably single though.
There was something admirable about her, in that reckless, lone-wolf kind of way. But admiration didn't mean mercy. Not now.
She'd been the one to start this. The provoker. The instigator.
And Dara could sense the truth behind it.
It wasn't just about the Catacombs. That was the surface layer. The excuse.
No—Maki's disdain ran deeper. It smelled like jealousy.
It's like she was mad at her for successfully finding a partner. It is probably why she was trying to show discord between her and Sion.
Not because she can't stand her with someone, but because, supposedly, Dara was a top beauty just like her, so her partner should be up to standard.
And.
Apparently, for some weird reason that Dara could not comprehend, she does not approve of Sion being that said partner.
Dara could tell.
