by Tereza Rozanov » Sat Nov 07, 2015 12:31 am
"If by friend, you mean constant thorn in my side," she said quietly.
The elf's eyes finally rested on her, "There you are. Hand over the sword or this lovely specimen will come to harm." One of the other elves pushed forward with a knife blade to Miranda's throat.
Tereza stood, cinching her sword belt on. "So who told the bitch queen I was here?"
He frowned, "Speak with respect. You're lucky she hasn't snuffed out your life for your insolence."
"She hasn't, because she can't." Tereza glanced at Shane to see if she was going to get help from him.