Mora, however, was a different matter. She was Morgana's pawn against the prince of the underworld. She might be determined to use Mora for her own purpose, but at least that purpose meant she had to keep Abriana's daughter alive until she fulfilled her destiny.
Tossing aside the towel, Morgana sent her companion a mocking smile.
"Let me see if I have this straight, Mora. You went to cast a spell to close the tunnel exit because Logan, the bloody elf, betrayed you? And he created some mysterious mess that you had to clean up after, and while you were there, you brilliantly decided to kidnap the prince of the underworld, only to drop him like a hot potato when you were nearly caught by his warrior demons?"
Mora pushed away from the wall and prowled forward, her gaze skimming over Morgana's tight spandex shorts and sports bra. Morgana was nothing if not predictable. She'd been trying to seduce her for years, yet the old bitch was into men. How outrageous.
