H-518: Cap Isle, Victory Hotel, Private Room
Raina narrows her eyes slightly, studies Lia closely for several seconds, tilting her own head slightly; Lia’s mirror.
“Not with Money. It’s something I’ve had for a long time.”
She pauses.
“I think it could be better with you.”
Lightning flashes, holding Lia and Raina frozen for an instant.
Something like surprise flashes across Lia’s face, followed by intrigue as she studies Raina’s face intently. Something in her posture softens fractionally.
She holds Raina’s gaze for an uncomfortably long moment.
Eventually her eyes are drawn back to the box with a flash of curiosity.
After another moment she approaches and takes the box from Raina’s outstretched hand. Her movements still have that dangerous grace but they appear a little less tightly wound than they were previously.
With another assessing glance at Raina, she opens the box.
She is still standing in touching distance.