Seraphine's gaze moved over both of them slowly, her eyes lingering just long enough to make the tension unbearable, before a scoff slipped past her lips, sharp and filled with quiet disdain.
"Why would you believe anything I tell you?" she asked, her tone carrying a cold edge that made it clear she had no intention of defending herself.
Marsha stirred inside her, humming, I'm proud of you, she said, her approval unmistakable. If this is what the human world does to you, then I don't mind you staying in it a little longer. It's making you stronger… and I can endure the wait.
Seraphine didn't respond, but there was the faint tightening in her chest, as she turned to leave, clearly done with the entire situation. She had taken no more than a step when Ravyn's hand closed around her arm, stopping her mid-motion.
