"Wooh," Isabella breathed out, still smiling, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Okay, okay… I've forgotten what I was about to say."
Her gaze sharpened, now laced with challenge.
"Oh, but yes—why did you come to my hut to disturb me if you hate me so much?"
Her fingers toyed absentmindedly with the soap, swirling the suds in lazy circles, her eyes gleaming with something dangerously close to glee.
"He didn't know you were around," Opehlia's soft voice broke through the tension, barely above a whisper.
All eyes snapped toward her, the room holding its breath.
Isabella's brows lifted in surprise, then narrowed in amusement as she shot Gerwin a pointed glance before turning fully to Opehlia.
Oh, this just got interesting.
"Well, Opehlia dear," Isabella cooed, voice silk over steel, "you wouldn't mind continuing, right? Since Gerwin here refuses to talk."
Gerwin growled, his voice thick with fury, "You wouldn't dare—"
CRACK.
A sickening snap echoed through the air.
