Evaline:
The younger witch didn't even try to hide her displeasure this time.
She scoffed openly, the sound sharp against the steady crackle of the fire.
"Even if witches were involved in the matter of that chamber," she said, leaning forward with open challenge in her eyes, "we are not obligated to solve it for you."
Her gaze slid to River briefly before snapping back to me.
"The chamber was created by our ancestors... if your assumptions are even correct. Not by us. Not by this circle."
Her lips curled faintly before she continued, "And the only reason you and your Alpha are pressing this matter is because you want our help with the soul death cases."
There it was.
Laid bare.
"You should simply admit your inability to handle it," she continued coolly, "instead of pushing blame toward us."
Her words were pointed.
Harsh.
Deliberately so.
