A new Sister.
The laughter in the room had just started to die down when the three women on either side of Leon's bed and the two who stood at the foot of the bed turned their gazes toward the mysterious figure still hidden under the blankets. Her face was largely concealed by a rumpled fringe of heavy black hair, but the golden glow of morning caught the shape of her slender form as she automatically drew the blanket up higher.
Leon perched at the end of the bed, a hand raking through his riotous hair with a sigh, looking over at the form next to him with a sigh stuck between—half amazed, half resigned. He could already see… this was not going to be a peaceful morning.
Syra was the first to break the silence, a wicked glint in her golden eyes.
"Ah, ah, ah," she said, leaning on one hip. "Care to account for the mystery guest in your bed, sweetheart?"
Aria arched a brow, folding her arms as a smile curled on her mouth.
"More to the point… where in the world did you find her?
