“And Kaja, I’m glad to see you in good health.” Eithne skimmed past my face.
Was there a stab hidden amongst her words? I exchanged a quick glance with Orla over the mythborn’s shoulder, and for once, Orla and I shared the same feeling. We both wished for the Court b***h to try something, to try anything we could deem an assault. Between Orla’s bow and my arsenal of charms and curses, Eithne’s smug expression would be the last one she ever wore.
anything“As much as I appreciate your taking time to visit us, Lady Eithne, I’d rather get straight to business,” Albert said while he shot Orla a warning glance. If I wasn’t standing to the side, I’d have gotten the same treatment. “What brings the Court’s messenger to Trinity?”
Oh, how the mythborn cringed at the title Albert used to belittle
