“You do realise this can only end in one of two ways?” Cilla taunted out of the blue.
She may have given up on talking sense into Elanora, having realised the futility of doing so, but she was bored. The redhead had always required something to keep her occupied and sitting in silence for long periods of time was practically torture. She was essentially desperate enough to willingly engage Elanora in conversation. Plus, the idea of provoking the other woman was too tempering to pass up.
“Enlighten me,” Elanora said, not bothering to hide the disinterest in her tone.
“Bloodshed, obviously,” said Cilla as she watched the Duchess wince. “The question is who exactly is going to die? You, Azil or Rafael? Two of you, or perhaps all three?”
“I think you hold yourself in much higher esteem tha
