It required all of my forced poise to keep from wiping the smirk from her face in the most violent way possible. My demon grumbled with increasing volume as I felt one of my molars crack under the pressure of my grinding.
"The Dumont family magic was stolen," I said, skipping any kind of polite intro. Her perfect black bangs were still perfect over her smooth white skin, but one eye widened enough I knew her eyebrow arched in interest.
So Mom hadn't told her. Interesting.
Still, Ameline didn't seem surprised. Just curious. Which told me volumes.
"You had a hand in it." Accusations-R-Us.
Ameline's cold smile and small head shake, her long, black hair rippling around her, stirred my hate for her again. Even in prison she was so disgustingly flawless I could scream.
"Not I," she said. "But I do know who planned it. And knew it was coming."
No big shocker there.