Seraphyra's tone remained maddeningly calm.
"I speak only of destiny."
The back-and-forth continued with Aria's voice rising while Seraphyra's remained smooth and calm. It was like watching fire clash with venom.
Eventually, Aria grabbed her clothes and began dressing quickly.
She paused at the door and her eyes met West's.
She rushed back towards him and planted a quick kiss on his lips.
"I'll see you later," she said quietly.
Then she turned toward Seraphyra.
"And I don't like you."
Seconds later, the door shut behind her.
West slowly turned toward Seraphyra.
"Why did you have to give her a hard time?"
Seraphyra's lips curved again.
"But Master gave her a harder time," she teased softly. "I heard every of her moans—"
"Keep your voice down," West snapped.
Seraphyra laughed quietly.
A bright light surrounded her form as she slowly changed forms.
