RAVYN'S POV
"Must I do it again?" Lilith asked, lower lip protruding in a dramatic pout.
Circe's head whipped toward her, her glare sharp enough to cut through bone. "What do you mean must you do it again?" she hissed, voice steeped in disbelief. "Yes, Lilith. You must. We're running low on time, and she's seconds from burning this entire castle down from sheer spite!"
Lilith's shoulders slumped, and she looked down as if the cobblestones might offer her a good excuse. "But the last time I did it…" she began in a meek mutter, "she made sure I went hungry for a week."
"You licked a pastry from my hand mid-bite," I reminded her coldly, still seated against the wall like a dripping, shivering, semi-feral cat. "You deserved it."
"It was cream-filled," Lilith protested, eyes flickering toward Circe, as though pleading for mercy from some invisible pastry tribunal.
"Why are you thinking about food in a time like this?!" Circe snapped.
