Christine parked in the Everfree. Under the branches. In the shadows. She waits. Waits for Lyra. She’ll come. She knows. Christine saw it in her eyes. parang buriko or human, the eyes don’t lie. Lyra wants her. She wants to possess her. From the moment she’s laid eyes upon her. It’s always the same. A certain type of soul falls in pag-ibig with Christine immediately. Lyra will come.
“Where are you going?” Bon-Bon asks, while she’s cleaning the dishes.
“We’re out of dayami juice; I’m going to get some.” Lyra replies. She poured out all three bottles they had.