Dorothea was sitting comfortably across from me, looking surprisingly relaxed considering the reason I had invited her over in the first place. She didn't seem particularly concerned about what I might have to say, nor did she look like someone who was expecting anything important to come out of this conversation. Instead, she casually picked up the glass of wine I had offered her earlier and took a small sip, savoring the taste before licking the drop of red liquid that had touched her lips.
"Out with it," she said as she placed the glass back on the table. "As I've already told you, I don't have much time to spare, and I'd rather you didn't make me sit here all afternoon just to get to the point."
