"CECEEEEE—YOU LITTLE BITCH, I THOUGHT YOU DIED! YOU GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"
The roar from inside the cell was pure, unadulterated fury, scraping against the iron door with a force that seemed to make the very stones vibrate.
Oathran's, Arkai's, and Eastiel's gazes, previously scanning the dungeon corridor with predatory alertness, snapped in unison to Cecilia. She was standing perfectly still, her hand still resting on the cold metal door's knob, her expression an arrested motion and dawning 'oh-shit'.
Arkai's dark wolf ears twitched forward. His voice, when he spoke, was dry with understatement. "Is this the 'friend' you mentioned? The one who could connect us to an alchemist who 'wouldn't betray us'?"
Eastiel's golden lion ears flattened slightly against his mane of hair. He recognized the woman inside. Suspicion crossing his features. "I didn't know you were on intimate terms with La Vixenette Princesse."
