"Ella..."
Aestrea muttered slighly, but at that name, the woman's smile widened as if savoring the sound of his words.
Or the way he used to call her...
"Ella?" she repeated in a strange yet confused tone.
She tilted her head slightly, and a strand of her ink-black hair slid forward, brushing against the curve of her pale neck.
Then her lips parted, and the correction came with a seductive purr.
"Please… do call me Yennefer."
Her smile was light, but it was the kind of smile that didn't reach her crimson eyes, where obsession swirled like a whirlpool ready to pull him under.
The sound of her new name seemed to sink into the air itself, lingering like a sweet perfume.
She took a step forward.
Click...
The click of her heels echoed in the still room.
"You see… Ella was such a fragile thing...." Her gaze sharpened, almost cutting.
"But Yennefer…" She spread her arms slightly, as though presenting herself like a masterpiece.
"Yennefer is perfect for you, Darling."
