"You're up?" Christian asked, his fingers still resting against Anastasia's soft cheek.
She looked at him with mild annoyance, her lips forming a small pout as her mismatched eyes — one violet, one gold, both glimmering like precious stones — met his green ones with a faint glare.
He didn't flinch away. Instead, he met her gaze head-on, a quiet smile curving his lips.
In the end, Anastasia simply sighed and brushed his hand away with a gentle slap. Without responding to his teasing, her attention shifted to the third presence in the room. Her eyes swept over Iris once, and as if she understood everything at a glance, she said, "So, you've finally completed your praised android."
"Yes. And it's time for you to upgrade her," Christian replied, his tone carrying an unhidden anticipation he made no effort to conceal.
