"How dare you speak to him like that?" Lady Vivianne Arclaire snapped, her voice rising above the elegant act she put on in front of people. "After everything he has provided for you---"
"What exactly did you hope to accomplish?"
The interruption was so abrupt that Vivienne stopped mid-breath.
Sera's voice had gone very quiet.
Dangerously quiet…
She looked down at her daughter---
And felt a cold shiver running down her spine when cold, lifeless eyes met hers...
"Excuse me?"
"The Holy Knights," Sera said, her tone sharp. "What did you hope would happen when you sent them to my home?"
Sera---
Had expected screaming.
Maybe tears.
She had expected her mother to faint dramatically onto a chaise lounge and declare that her daughter had been stolen by the forces of darkness.
But unfortunately for Sera, her mother's eyes only widened for a split second---
Before settling on feigning ignorance!
Honestly?
