Chapter 224
Velesia
I hear the light footsteps behind the door before it swings open.
"Isaac, you're here early—oh." Poppy's voice falters when she sees me standing there. Her bright ears stiffen, her expression dropping from eager to wary.
"What are you doing here?" she asks flatly, still by the door.
Ha. How arrogant she's become, to speak to me like that. In the old days, she'd never have dared. My jaw tightens, but I let it slide.
"This is not a conversation to have out here," I say flatly.
She hesitates only a heartbeat before stepping aside. Maybe she knows better than to make a scene. I glide into the room; she closes the door behind me.
Her room is small—cramped bed, battered wardrobe, a stack of worn books. Hardly a surprise. Fitting for her kind.
"Make this quick," she says with audacity that makes my scales prickle. "I have company coming soon."
