After a few more minutes of heated banter, Lysandra and Eleanor stared at each other. They stared, just stared. Nothing more. Thus, Ryan and Sera became side characters to a story they were never truly a part of, the two old friends just stared, both confused—both already far too gone.
"I want you to never involve yourself with Ryan, Eleanor. And I want you to give me his soul back."
Eleanor rolled her eyes. "First of all, I don't care what you want. Second of all—I don't have his soul in my hand anymore."
Silence.
Then, Lysandra exploded.
Next thing Ryan knew, Eleanor was gone—Lysandra was gone as well.
He and Sera looked at each other.
Ryan rubbed his jaw. "Is this what you call hard love, sis?"
"Hard hatred, perhaps."
"Nah, you are too naive. Use thy brains. Maybe we'd be like those two when we grow older."
