Olivia let out a sharp, jagged sigh of fury. Just as she felt the tide of her fate beginning to turn, this madwoman had crawled out of the shadows to drag her back under.
She watched as Elvira snatched a bottle of wine from a nearby table with predatory lightness, before her hand clamped onto Olivia's wrist.
"Come along, my dearest sister," Elvira purred, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. "We have much to discuss."
Olivia wrenched her arm away with a violent jerk. "Do not lay a finger on me!"
Elvira's laughter was a discordant, mocking sound as she waved the bottle in the air. "Oh, why so sensitive all of a sudden? Don't tell me you've lost your affection for your sweet little sister. Look, I've even brought a bottle of wine so we can amuse ourselves, just like old times."
"Enough with the theatrics," Olivia snapped, her eyes narrowing into slits of cold steel. "Tell me what you want, and let us end this here."
