"Well, well, well…" Selene's voice was smooth, laced with amusement and a hint of cruelty. She tilted her head, her sharp gaze assessing Evelina's nearly nude body with a scrutiny that made Evelina uneasy. "If it isn't the prostitute herself."
Evelina tightened her grip on the towel, her nails digging into its soft fabric. Selene sat confidently, as if she owned the room, her lips twisting into a condescending smirk.
Evelina hated that smirk.
"Excuse me?" Evelina said, her voice deceptively calm.
Selene leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other. "Oh, you heard me," she purred. "Or should I say his whore?"
Relia snarled inside Eve, letting out a growl. "Rip her throat out."
Evelina, however, smiled. A slow, deadly kind of smile. The kind that sent warnings through the air before a storm hit.
"That's cute," she said smoothly. "Did you practice that little insult in the mirror before slithering in here?"
