She slipped out of bed and retrieved a bottle of blood from her ring, drinking it in one go.
She sighed in contentnt, her senses sharpening.
Then she noticed the mansion was quiet; she couldn't hear the sound of Zane's heartbeat.
Her movent of removing her clothes stopped in midair. Closing her eyes, she swept her heightened senses across the island and instantly located him.
"What was he doing in the servant quarters and with Viktor as well?" Cyra muttered as she continued pulling off her clothes.
As she approached the bathroom, she tapped the hologram screen by the door. The white-gold design faded, replaced by an outer-space wallpaper that matched her mood.
Soothing hums echoed softly, making the space-thed wallpaper feel alive.
She set the shower to cold and turned it on. A burst of cold water rushed through, cascading over her body.
Running her hands through her hair, she counted the heartbeats scattered across the island.
And she beca curious about how many dark organization people she was going to co across tonight.
"She lathered her body in soap, moving slowly with no sense of urgency. Foamy water trickled down her skin and slipped into the drain.
Turning the water off, she patted her body and blow-dried her hair. The mirror lit up as she stopped in front of it; she gave her reflection a brief glance before stepping out of the bathroom.
Once done, she slipped into a pair of shorts and a soft, breathable shirt.
She flashed out of the bathroom and its original décor; a cool breeze blew gently at the curtains and into the empty room.
.....
Zane and Viktor sat in another room, a spread of food laid out before them.
Zane felt Greed clawing to get out, and he had no choice but to release him. The tattoo on Zane's back faded, and a young, familiar boy appeared in the room.
Viktor was stunned, but he reacted instinctively, the table knife was already pressed at Greed's throat.
"Stop, he's my soul beast." Zane quickly placed a hand on Greed's head, or Viktor would have been killed if Greed attacked.
Viktor froze, his eyes wide as he looked between Zane and Greed.
"Huh? Co again?" Viktor asked in a daze assuming he heard wrong.
Viktor twirled the noodles with his fork, "He's my soul beast, a hawk." He calmly answered, putting the food into his mouth.
Hmm… Zane's eyes lit up as the creamy, sour flavour burst across his tongue, making him montarily forget the stunned Viktor beside him.
Viktor pinched Greed's cheeks in wonder, curious how a soul beast could beco human.
"How is it possible?" He muttered, giving Pain a side glance, wondering what his human form would look like.
He quickly shook his head. That wasn't the point—the idea of a soul beast transforming shattered his worldview.
Not getting an answer, he turned to see Zane's mouth bulging with food, and a dissatisfied sigh left his lips, but he picked up his spoon and dug in.
Greed rubbed his aching cheeks, moved further away from Viktor, and quickly picked up his spoon and dived in.
They were so engrossed in their al and didn't notice Cyra's figure by the window. Cyra didn't disturb them and flashed towards the town, calling Nicole along the way.
"Co." These words rang in Nicole's mind; she was in the middle of feeding from a hypnotised woman.
Nicole didn't waste a mont and quickly disappeared in place. The woman woke up, her mind blurred from the celebratory wine she drank earlier.
"Hisss…." She felt a sharp pain coming from her wrist, and she glanced at it to see blood trailing down her hand, with two shallow open wounds.
'Did I hit my hand sowhere?' She was puzzled, warning herself not to indulge excessively in wine.
Just look at what it had done to her. She didn't even know how she got hurt—what if next ti, she did sothing worse and lost her job?
She shuddered at that thought—knowing it was impossible to find such a high-paying job unless she wanted to beco a plaything for those perverted aristocrats.
Staring at her surroundings and sighed in relief when she found no one. With a last look at her wrist, she left the secluded area.
Nicole appeared before Cyra, licking the last trace of blood from her lips.
Cyra spared her an indifferent glance. "Search their minds carefully. Eliminate anyone who raises suspicion.'' Cyra ordered, her eyes glinting sharply.
With a wave of her hand, Nicole vanished from her sight. Cyra walked through the entrance of the town, her body blending with the shadows as she slipped silently into a house.
The house she selected housed a fighter. At the sound of the doorknob, the woman beca vigilant; she hid a knife behind her and waited patiently for the intruder's next action.
Cyra noticed the woman's heartbeat spike before settling into a steady rhythm.
Cyra nodded internally in approval at the high alertness and caution the woman displayed.
All that remained was to see if the woman was clean, or a planted weapon in disguise.
The woman tensed as the figure moved closer to the bed—holding her breath, she counted Cyra's steps.
Once Cyra was very close to bed the woman pounced on Cyra, her knife gleaming under the moonlight as they went for her throat.
Cyra clicked her fingers as she t the woman's gaze, and the woman's attack instantly stopped.
A grimace of pain creased the woman's brows, but she failed to regain control of her mind, going blank within seconds.
Cyra stared into the woman's eyes, calmly searching through her mind, the woman's mories were left bare to Cyra's mind.
Finding nothing wrong with the woman she erased her mory of their encounter and flashed out of the room.
The woman regained her senses and stared at the knife in confusion; she hid the knife under her pillow and rubbed her aching temples.
....
Nicole knocked them out, avoiding a fight that might draw unwanted attention.
She searched through their minds, and on the fifth one, she found a strange blockage in a woman's mory and tried to peer through what was hidden.
But the woman bleeds from her ears and nose, her face distorted in pain as her mind battled for control.
Nicole didn't bother wasting her energy on finding out. She slit the woman's throat, calmly ending her life.
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