"This is going to be so... fun," she muttered under her breath, turning towards the dining room door.
Face to face with Madson.
My lovely partner didn't back down; she looked at Amith just like everyone else did. But she was too smart; she saw through the innocent facade. She recognized the ancient predator beneath the human skin but didn't recoil in fear. Even under stress, Madson didn't back down, holding her chin high in an alpha's challenge.
Her eyes sparkled between me and Amith, the indirect question hanging in the air. Jealousy flickered in her eyes, but it was soon replaced by anger and unwavering determination.
She wouldn't yield.
"Good luck; you're going to need it," Amith said at last, a clear warning to both of us. The old witch left the house, her steps slow as she headed
