Irina POV
The little human looked suitably trashy in the red silk teddy with real diamonds decorating the décolleté.
"You were an excellent lady-in-waiting," Irina remarked in a honeyed tone. The wretched creature was about to meet her end. Irina could afford to be generous.
"You weren't as despicable as I believed you'd be," Ariana confessed, her eyes as innocent as a fawn's and back to their normal soul turquoise. "Like when you were furious with Luc over killing Sophia. Or when you hated having to cover for him with the Polish man."
With a few strokes of her hairbrush, Irina smoothed the condemned woman's locks. "You're cute when you're trying to get under my skin. Too bad it won't work. Sophia's death was … unfortunate. And Luc and I will deal with the fallout. We'll survive this."
