"Terrifying?" I snorted.
"I'm being serious!"
Talia has never made jest, she was always precise. Odd. I've never seen her so unrelaxed, just like a few hours ago. She wasn't like this when we travelled, if anything, she was more on the idea that Drevon wasn't like the rumors spoke of. What changed?
"Oh right, she's still at the door," I said, forgetting the mouse squeaking for attention.
I nudged my head at Talia, but she stayed still.
"Tell me, do you want me to look bad in front of her when I open the door myself?" I added, posing elegantly on my seat. "Over my dead body."
"Gods have mercy on me," Talia mumbled, striding to the door and opening it.
Sloane did not step in, just standing there with a smile plastered on her lips. Fake.
"How dare you keep the lady waiting!" her handmaid interjected. "She has come all this way, and you can't offer proper hospitality?"
"It's alright, Greya, I'm sure she didn't mean it."
