As soon as Kana left the room—voice shaky, body tense—silence fell like a curtain around the room.
Evaya didn't need to look to know that two pairs of eyes were already boring into her.
She slowly turned.
Lysera stood tall, her hands folded neatly in front of her, but her expression was anything but calm. Irielle, in contrast, looked moments away from baring her fangs.
The intensity of their stares sent a message clearer than words ever could:
'Don't look at her that way. Don't speak to her more than you must. Don't forget whose house you just walked into.'
Evaya offered a measured sigh and raised her hands slightly, as though in surrender. "
I'm not your enemy. I'm not here to start a fight or take her away forever. I'm only here to do my job."
She said, voice steady despite the crackling hostility in the room.
Irielle stepped forward, her eyes glowing faintly.
"Your job involves touching what's mine? Because I saw you looking."
She said, voice sweet as poison.
