"Eira," Liam said sharply, giving the young lady next to him a warning look. "Don't. Don't make the mistake I did to ask such things," he warned. "Lady Ashlynn was very forgiving when I asked about joining her coven, but I don't think Lady Nyrielle would be so gentle. Best to banish any thought of it from your mind," he said firmly.
"But, surely it isn't that…" Eira started, only for Ollie to interrupt her.
"No," Ollie said, and the single word carried weight. "No, the last thing either of you should want is to become the sort of person that Lady Nyrielle takes as one of her progeny."
"I'm sorry," Eira said, blinking in surprise at the intensity of the response from both men. Suddenly, she felt like all of the ground she'd gained with them today had withered like grapes left too long on the vine, and she didn't know how to get it back. "I didn't mean…"
