Her laughter resonated through the corridor they were in and Rota shivered. She did not know what was going on but she decided then that she didn't like it.
She wanted to rush towards the portal but Belialthorn's hand on her shoulder and the naked sword in Eleanor's hand was the only warning she got.
"Yes! Stop! That's a command from your Lord!" Alaric was saying.
Her laughter cut off suddenly just as it had started and she said with flat certainty. "But you are not my Lord."
Alaric reeled backward, staring at Eleanor with wide eyes, his pale eyes were even more faded in the light. "But..." Eleanor cut him off.
"You are not my lord, you little fool," Eleanor said, and then she repeated louder. "You are not my lord."
She sighed. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to say that."