Ariana POV
The woman looked up at her as she approached. Calm as you please. As if she hadn't cursed Ariana on the beach by the lake in Merak.
And she appeared different. More ageless. Noble and patient. She also must have a lot of cash for a Gypsy if she could afford this place. Her blue-green eyes glittered.
Ariana sat down opposite the woman without being invited. "Who are you? Are you following me? Why did you curse me?" she asked in a low voice.
The woman stared into her eyes. "You are still with the prince?"
Ariana gripped the soft white tablecloth. "YES. What business is it of yours?"
"He will only bring you death--"
"He's keeping me alive," Ariana said in a heated voice.
"He will kill you. Just as he killed one of our own--a member of my family," the woman hissed.
Ariana's heart sank.
"You mean ... Georgiana?" she whispered.
The woman's eyes widened. "So ... he has told you about her."
