Eve looked the woman up and down. She was in her usually skimpy clothes, a deep brown rag tied over her voluptuous breasts and strange pants that barely covered her behind. Her luxurious coat was nowhere to be found on her person. As her gaze finally shifted towards her from the matron, a smug smile spread across the woman's lips.
She wanted to punch that tilt right off of the vampire's face, but Eve knew that even before her fist would make contact with her skin, the sword hanging loosely against her waist would be at her throat. Gritting her teeth in irritation, she looked away, her eyes landing on the timid figure of her friend covered in blood.
It reminded her of her purpose in the room. She was not here to question the regent's choice of women. She was here to seek justice from someone she trusted more than she had come to realize.
