Seraphina didn't wait for a reply.
She stared at Adrien a moment longer, something unreadable flickering in her expression, then turned on her heel and walked off without saying a word. Her heels echoed through the hallway like punctuation marks at the end of a tense argument.
Neither Emerald nor Adrien spoke until the sound of her footsteps faded.
Then Emerald exhaled sharply. "Well," she muttered, "that was a hell of a show."
Adrien rubbed a hand down his face. "I'm sorry."
Emerald glanced at him. "You're going to be doing that a lot if she keeps showing up."
He chuckled under his breath, but there wasn't much humour in it.
"She definitely came with a motive," Emerald said.
"I know," he agreed. "It's not like her to show up without a plan. She never made a move unless she had an endgame."
"Then you need to find out what that is. Because I have a feeling she's not going to stop with a few passive-aggressive comments."
