Chapter 258 Kyra’s choice
Lucas raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for her to answer, while Damon’s jealousy practically filled the room. Kyra felt the pressure mounting, knowing whatever she said could tip the balance. She took a deep breath and forced a smile, hoping to defuse the tension.
Kyra could feel the weight of their stares, and the tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife. She sighed deeply, realizing there was no easy way out of this. But she knew she had to be careful—her words could easily stir things up between the two men.
"Okay, fine..." Kyra sighed, giving in to Lucas’s persistence. "I love all the colors, honestly. But you said I have to choose one, so I can’t just pick one over the others." She smiled gently, her fingers brushing through Lucas’s silver hair. "Silver... it represents the purity of our bond. It’s like moonlight—calm, comforting, and constant, just like you. I love how it reflects your gentle side, even when you’re stubborn."
Lucas’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction, but Kyra could sense Damon’s jealousy simmering in the background. She quickly turned her head to meet his gaze, locking eyes with him and continuing her conversation, hoping to balance things out.
"And then there’s blue..." Kyra said, her eyes softening. "It’s the color of the sky, the sea... strong, deep, and infinite, like Damon. Blue always gives me this sense of protection and calm, even when everything around us is chaotic."
She glanced briefly down, then back at Lucas, her words slowing as she turned toward Vincent in her thoughts. "But black..." she said softly, thinking of Vincent. "Black is powerful, mysterious. It holds the strength of night, the secrets hidden in shadows, just like Vincent. It’s the color of resilience and depth—something that never fades, no matter how much light is around it. It’s timeless, just like him."
Lucas raised an eyebrow playfully, seemingly enjoying the depth of her reasoning, while Damon remained still, his gaze softening just a bit. They might have been rivals in many ways, but her words seemed to soothe the unspoken tension between them for now.
Kyra sighed with relief, knowing she had just managed to walk a tightrope without falling off.
"Little thing..." Damon’s voice dripped with a softness Kyra rarely heard from him, like honey coating every word. As he approached, the tension between him and Lucas was palpable, but Damon’s eyes remained focused solely on Kyra. His silver gaze, which often appeared sharp and unyielding, softened, like snow melting under a warm sun.
Lucas grumbled under his breath but didn’t resist as Damon leaned over, slipping his arms around Kyra and effortlessly lifting her from Lucas’s lap. She blinked in surprise, feeling the sudden shift, her body naturally adjusting as Damon sat down beside Lucas, cradling her close.