The Mayor's glare, seconds ago sharp enough to cut glass, instantly dissolved into an expression of greedy admiration as Evelise entered the room. His eyes trailed her from the tips of her slender yellow slippers up to the delicate white points of her ears.
"Ah…"
The Mayor breathed, rising slowly from his throne-like chair. His voice, formerly a grating drawl, became syrupy with possession.
"There she is. My patience, it seems, was well… rewarded."
He walked toward her, his heavy steps slow and deliberate, stopping just short of her personal space. Evelise stood her ground, her perfect posture unflinching.
"Evelise," the Mayor purred, circling her slowly. "You are... more than I expected. You are exquisitely domesticated. Such a fine example of your kind. You look like a prize ready to be taken home and admired in the city."
Sid, watching from his vantage point in the servant's body, felt a white hot spike of rage.
