All hands on deck
As Matilda stepped into the room, Zafron's eyes locked onto her face, scrutinizing every subtle shift in her expression.
Her features were set in a mask of frustration, but there was something else there, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. A flicker in her eyes, perhaps? A slight twitch at the corner of her mouth? Whatever it was, it left him feeling unsettled.
[Oh, look at our little actress,] Calista chimed in, her mental voice dripping with sarcasm. [Such a convincing performance. I do hope she remembers which lies she's told to whom.]
The twins descended upon Matilda like vultures on fresh carrion, their voices overlapping in their eagerness.
"Come on darling, you simply must tell us everything," Shadow purred, her eyes glinting with curiosity.
Whisper leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Did the Governor find you as... enticing as we promised?"