Lethia's breath hitched. What is he talking about? Lyria? How… how could he know that name?
"Ah… I don't think so. I still have your bead." His voice, flat. Cold. "Did you come to collect it right now? Take it. Do it. But I'm sorry, I'm crippled. You'll have to be on top and ride me. Are you okay with that, right? Or… does my paralysis disgust you? Like that time, Lyria?"
Caelum kept his gaze distant, frigid, his intonation dripping with open contempt. She clutched the sides of her skirt, confusion searing through her.
"Caelum, What—what are you talking about? I'm… I'm Lethi—"
"That time you said the same thing." He cut her off. "You asked what I was talking about when I found out you were a nine-tailed werefox. You said you were Lyria… the woman who loved me. But then what happened? You lied to me, you manipulated me, you crushed my heart, and said, a monster like me disgusts you."
