"You're a psychopath," Selene said, her voice low.
Cliona turned to her fully, a smirk dancing on her lips. "Are you talking about me or to yourself? Because you know it runs in the family, Niamh."
"One question, Cici, why when bring me here in first place? You hated my life, you might as well just have left me to rot and die in prison. That would have made you happy."
Cilona laughed, spinning her tea with a spoon.
"Why do you think Selene? It's better to see that you get a little bit of freedom and then crash and burn."
Selene's jaw clenched, her eyes flashing with barely restrained fury. "You don't want me to pass this test," she said, her tone dangerously calm. "You want me to fail."
"Of course I do," Cliona replied, her voice light, almost cheerful. She leaned in closer, her expression one of feigned innocence.
