Marla frowned. "What agreement?"
"That," Nerida said, swinging one leg over the sill and leaning back on her palms, "is none of your business."
Marla's jaw tightened. "This is the king. Anything concerning him is my business."
"Careful, little witch. You don't want to start something you can't finish."
"Tell me why you're here."
Nerida's smile sharpened. "I'm watching over him. And before you ask, no, I don't know who poisoned him." She leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping. "Your turn. Why are you here?"
"I'm here for Lara."
Nerida blinked. "For… Lara?"
Marla nodded once.
Before she could speak again, Nerida waved a hand dismissively. "Unless you came here to help him, I suggest you leave. You're distracting me."
Marla bristled. "Who do you think you are to order me around?"
Nerida smiled sweetly. "Someone stronger than you."
"Are you threatening me?" Marla snapped, taking a step forward.
