‘She knows,’ it was a soft voice that made Liliana shiver as Sasha stepped out from the shadows. She turned, edging back so that she could watch both women.
‘She is wearing one of the Myst’s little trinkets,’ Sasha lifted a hand and a line of pale fire extended from her, curling around the necklace George had given her.
‘You’ve betrayed me to the Provost?’ Sastra held her hands at her sides, fingers flexing. Liliana looked between both women, were those tears lining Sastra’s lashes? She sounded upset, disappointed. This wasn’t quite the rage that Liliana had suspected.
‘As you betrayed Grace,’ Liliana replied, struggling to keep her own tone neutral. The white fire faded from the necklace and Sasha stood, watching her silently. One foot placed in front of the other, ready for action.
