The night breeze whistled, and the atmosphere suddenly grew heavy with tension and so much more.
Abrielle was still on guard; her guts screamed a warning to her of the dangers. Whoever this woman was, she wasn't to be trifled with.
"Warn me," Abrielle blurted. She took a step back, her eyes darting through the gaps of the door. Where was Cedric?
"Why should I trust you ?" Abrielle asked. She cautiously took another step close to the door. Elysia could read through her. They scoffed at Abrielle. Her fingers clicked, and the doors behind Abrielle were shut just before she could step in.
Elysia circled around Abrielle, her sharp dark eyes watching the princess. Noticing how she shrank while trying to keep a tough appearance.
She stopped standing in the opposite direction in front of the door. Her hands relaxed by her side.
