The little white beast had already eaten. In fact, she had eaten enough that nobody in the room should have felt bad for her. Still, full stomach or not, Glimora remained Glimora. The moment she saw that thick piece of meat still in Osiris's hand, something inside her immediately decided that it belonged to her.
At first, she only stared.
Then her ears lifted.
Then her tail twitched once.
Then twice.
Isabella saw it.
Of course she saw it.
She was sitting there with one hand resting over her stomach and her eyes half on the room, and the moment she noticed that familiar greedy look on Glimora's face, she already knew something foolish was about to happen.
Still, she said nothing.
This was because a very small, very evil part of her wanted to see it.
And she was rewarded immediately.
