Silence lingered between them.
Not the awkward kind.
Not quite.
Just---
The kind that followed after someone had accidentally confessed a little too much about themselves...
Sera blinked up at the Demon Lord, who was patiently watching her with a glass of some gold liquid in his hand. He had asked her what the plan was, and before all of this, she had indeed had a brilliant idea to present to him...
The problem was---
She had absolutely no idea what that was anymore!
Unfortunately, somewhere between him asking whether she believed in love, admitting things that made her heart perform increasingly dangerous acrobatics, and standing far too close for the continued health of her poor, overworked pulse---
Her brain had quietly packed its bags and left!
She stared at him, desperately trying to remember her morning before all this. She'd been in her room with her maid, thinking about the negotiations, when---
She'd had an idea…
Which was---?
Darn it!
