"You boys are so sweet," Lyra whispered, her voice soft and sugary, dripping like honey as she walked between the two guards. Their hands gripped her waist, one on each side, their rough fingers digging into her hips like they thought they were in charge.
But she was the one steering them, guiding them off toward the trees with every swaying step, her red dress brushing their legs. They didn't even notice how she'd flipped the game—they just grinned, thinking they'd scored big.
"Comfort me properly, okay?" she said, glancing up at them with a pout, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders as she batted her lashes, playing the heartbroken card to perfection.
"We will, don't worry," the first guard said quick, his voice thick with excitement as he squeezed her side, his eyes already roaming over her like she was a prize he couldn't wait to unwrap.
