Seraphina moved through the corridors with gracious steps and her head held high. As she walked, she spotted Arit hurrying away from a corner, tear-streaked and disheveled. A scornful smile curved Seraphina's lips as she watched the omega running. So, this was the girl trusted with Lyra's herbs. What a pitiful sight. She scoffed inwardly at Arit's supposed expertise with herbs, wondering how the girl had failed to notice someone poisoning Lyra's medicine.
But Seraphina wondered, not for the first time, who had the nerve to poison Lyra. But she was happy. If the goddess had not arranged this, then someone had. Whoever it was, she would owe them a debt of gratitude. They were doing her work for her, she thought.
As she rounded the corner Arit had run out from, Seraphina collided with Lady Claudia. The elder woman's eyes flashed, then cooled into a brittle smile.
"Lady Pembroke," Seraphina said in a voice that was as sharp as a blade. "What a surprise."
