"What have we have?" Someone approached with a sneer.
Islinda could discern the identity of the unwanted visitor by the sound of her voice even before she lifted her face, confirming her suspicion—it was Elena. Her expression soured at the sight of her, and she scowled at the Fae with unmistakable intensity.
However, rather than taking Islinda's scowl as a warning, Elena seemed almost relieved by her bad mood. In fact, the Fae appeared to derive some twisted satisfaction from it, her expression shifting to one of contentment as she walked towards her.
Elena halted right in front of Islinda, tilting her head as she scrutinized her with a condescending look. "If it isn't Aldric's whore?"
