Neveah could feel it within her, that darker presence creeping up as swiftly as the rage did, elated at the opportunity to rise to the surface and attempt another overthrow, but there was hardly anything Neveah could do to prevent it,
More than that, preventing it was the last thing on Neveah's mind. Demevirld's presence amplified Neveah's feelings of disappointment in Everon and displeasure at Lord Mycroft and her rage surged even more.
Yet, Neveah sat in place, her fists clenched in her laps and her gaze fixed directly ahead as she fought a losing battle to maintain her cool.
"Your eyes, Veah... they're golden...you have to calm yourself..." Tara said warily from where she was seated.
Neveah's gaze did not stray, and she did not react, like she had not even heard Tara speak.
"Tell me why you have kept this from me, Everon." Neveah asked, her tone eerily calm.
