Freya looks between the two of them, their matching black hair, different eyes, but same complexion. “Are you two –"
“Brother and sister? Yes," Riann says offhandedly. “I was wondering when I'd get to see you again." Her eyes survey Freya, clearly unimpressed. Freya pushes her shoulders back, not ready to be intimidated by her.
“I heard you today, both of you," Freya's tone is accusatory as her eyes cut to Merlyn and back to Riann.
Riann's ruby lips twitch in annoyance. “What exactly did you hear?"
Now, Freya has the upper hand. “That you can't do what Merlyn offered me."
Merlyn looks at Freya, but she keeps her gaze on Riann. She'll deal with him later. Riann's glacier eyes pierce Freya's, “You're right. And if I could, I wouldn't. Not for you." She looks Freya up and down one
