The suffocating murmur of their whispering finally grated on Evangeline's last nerve. Shaking off the haunting numbness of the void, she raised her head, her crimson eyes cutting through the dimly lit hall like twin blades.
"How much longer am I going to sit here like this?" she interrupted, her voice dripping with ice and regal impatience. "Are you going to offer your guest some hospitality, or do you intend to stand there and whisper all night?"
The silver-eyed woman let out a soft, melodious laugh, stepping forward with an fluid grace that mirrored Silver's own predatory movements.
"You are entirely right, my beauty," the woman purred, a dangerous gleam flashing in her eyes. "Forgive our lack of manners. By the way, I am Valeria—the elder sister of this absolute fool." She carelessly gestured with her hand toward Silver.
Evangeline paused, her gaze shifting between the two figures. She stared at them in flat disbelief, her brow arching slightly.
"Siblings... ha."
