Stained Intentions

*Lyra*

"Lyra, more wine, please," Fallon ordered in a voice too sweet to be genuine, the look of victory unmistakable on her face.

I quickly took the bottle from the counter behind me and promptly moved toward the table.

Strictly keeping my eyes only on the glasses, I poured wine when their whispering caught my attention. Though I didn't want to peek, I could see them from the corner of my eyes a