Mira's amber eyes met his gaze without a hint of embarrassment or regret as Grim held her at arm's length, his hands firm on her shoulders. A slight smile played at the corners of her now slightly smudged crimson lips, as if she had accomplished exactly what she'd intended.
"What do you think you're doing?" Grim demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
"Testing your reflexes," she replied, the smile never leaving her face. "They're still slower than I expected. The Ghost Veil hasn't fully dissipated yet."
He released her abruptly, taking another step back to restore more distance between them. "Is this some kind of game to you?"
"Life is a game, Grim," Mira said, smoothing her dress out. "The sooner you remember that, the better you'll play it." Her eyes flicked to the blood markings on his face.
[Be cautious,] the voice finally chimed in. [Her intentions are unclear, but she's far from harmless.]
