Left alone, Elowen closed her nail polish and spared Rafael a glance. She looked neither excited nor displeased at this sudden meeting, hence, she sat up slowly, a sense of detachment in her movement.
Rafael approached the couch where she sat, and Elowen crossed her arms above her chest, a cunning smile finally revealing itself on her lips. She motioned towards the glass of whiskey Lamia had poured earlier, offering it to Rafael — a silent invitation that only served to aggravate him further.
