"Poison… your mate… glass." Undine's voice is soft, like water rippling in a hidden spring, but the weight of her words made Vivianne stiffen.
Her bright violet eyes widened as she looked down at the wine glass on her wife's hand. Within the glass, Undine's waters shimmered faintly, revealing a sinister truth, a dark, heavy liquid had manifested, hidden beneath the surface of the wine.
Roxanne immediately felt the sudden shift in her wife's emotions, the tension in her grip, the quickening of her breath. Her crimson gaze followed Vivianne's, and then she too saw it. The liquid looked wrong, almost alive, thick shadows coiling inside the glass.
"Poison… for demon," Tempest's deep voice rumbled, the spirit king of wind perched casually on Roxanne's shoulder. His presence seemed amused, though there is a sharp edge to his tone.
