"At least you treat me like a guest, Zavian on the other hand, I can't blame him. My hands were too full to teach him any manners." Lydia brought the teacup to her mouth and smacked her lips in satisfaction. "Great flavor."
She looked up at Freya and gave her another one of her sickening smiles.
"I cannot stop what is to come to pass, Freya."
Freya's brows creased. "What do you mean?"
"It means..." Lydia leaned closer. "Zavian has already set the ball in motion long ago. What has happened, or what is happening started from his very own hands."
Freya searched her eyes for the taunt. "You are lying."
"Or maybe it is just hard for you to accept the truth," Lydia sat back and took another sip of her tea. "And where is that brother of yours?"
"That's none of your concern."
"You are right", Lydia nodded. She set the teacup down and stood, standing at the same height as her daughter. "Just tell him his lover isn't coming back."
