Revenge (3)
Anastasia shook her head, not in denial of what Aed Ruad said, but how crafty he was in his words. How clever he was in words that were like silk laced with poison. "Have mercy?" she asked. And then why did you come to Draoidh now? You should have stayed away," she said in a rough voice, her anger pulsing in her blood.
Aed Ruad licked his lips. "I— I—" he stammered. "I wanted to see how Draoidh looks. I wanted to see the place where you lived."
"Really? That's interesting," Anastasia said. "You sound like my lover now." Her tone was full of amusement.