"Callista... was that really necessary?" Zion asked, looking at his wife with an expression caught between amusement and disbelief.
Callista turned her head toward him, and the moonlight falling across her face seemed to accentuate the sly curve of her lips. That familiar smile, half charming and half dangerous, appeared without the slightest effort as she regarded her husband with an innocent expression that fooled absolutely no one.
"Was what necessary?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Should I not deal with the trash that dares to obstruct my husband's path?"
Zion let out a soft snort, shaking his head as he recalled Minister Henry's expression when Alder sent Oswald flying through the doors. "You simply wanted an excuse to vent your anger."
