You Deserve This
"Shut up!" Fafnir warned Morava.
"Shut up?" Morava spat. "Who are you to give me orders, dimwit?" Her gaze turned to Tania. "You? You are back with your shenanigans? What have you done to my mother? And why are you sitting with these men?" Jealousy stabbed her heart seeing Tania amongst the very people she wanted to be with. But the main question that popped in her mind was how did she get here. Wasn't she supposed to be going to the Nyxers? She wanted to ask Tania about it, but she had to show that she was ignorant about what happened to her.
Tania narrowed her eyes at Morava. The woman was purely… malicious. She got up and closed the gap between them as Eltanin watched her with his arms crossed across his chest. He looked as if he would tear apart Morava if she even dared to touch Tania.
"Too many questions," Tania said, removing a twig from Morava's hair. She tossed it at her face.