*Kyros’ POV*
"Where might your sister be?" I asked, curious what she knew.
The beautiful smile she'd crafted faltered. "Not here," she said with some bite. "Why? Do you have some business with her?"
I took a sip of the wine and found it lacking. I pushed the cup away from me and leaned onto the bar, closer to Eris' sister. "I'm Kyros," I said with a grin. "And no, not really. I was just curious if she was around."
She eyed me suspiciously. "My sister doesn't have friends."
"I wouldn't call myself her friend."
"So, what then? She owes you money or something?"
"What's your name?"
She simply stared at me for a moment, then reluctantly complied. "Asteria."
"Lovely to meet you, Asteria." I extended my hand but she didn't do the same. So, I grabbed the cup of bitter wine and took another sip. When I grimaced at the taste, Asteria huffed a laugh.
"You ask after my sister, and you clearly aren't here for the wine. What do you want?"