“Then what about the answers you promised?” Velicia asked, narrowing her eyes. “You told me to come here because you had information about the hybrids.”
“I won’t tell you,” Gwendolyn replied calmly. “I’ll show you.”
“What?” Velicia’s brow creased in confusion.
Gwendolyn gestured to a nearby chair. “Sit,” she said. Velicia hesitated but eventually lowered herself into the seat as Gwendolyn began preparing a potion.
“Another reason I needed you to come alone,” Gwendolyn said as she measured herbs into a steaming bowl, “was because I knew the orchestrator wouldn’t want you anywhere near me. So, they’d send their herd of hybrids to intercept you.”
Velicia’s eyes widened, anger rising. “So you lured me here? You knew they’d come after me and still sent for me anyway?!” Her voice sharpened.
