Chapter Twenty Two
Ana stood smiling at Eva in an unsettling manner. Betrayer, thief and probable murderess she might be, but she had the air of a woman welcoming friends to a garden party.
‘Who are you?’ Tren stepped slightly in front of Eva, concealing her view of the woman. Impatient, she pushed him aside.
‘I’m the person who designed this meadow,’ the woman replied. ‘Glorious, isn’t it? Though I can imagine it wouldn’t suit your tastes, sorcerer.’
‘You destroyed my friend,’ Tren returned, his voice trembling with anger.
The woman frowned prettily, her forehead creasing slightly. ‘I don’t destroy people, sorcerer-man. People destroy themselves.’
‘And you don’t mind helping them along, if it suits you.’
The woman shrugged. ‘If people are intent on being stupid, they’ll find a way
