Holly Ben Elf Novels & Stories

He fed me. "Well, well, well." The voice was cool, amused, and dripped with utter hate. Eltonia’s eyes snapped open. Holly was standing in the shadows of an alcove, her arms crossed over her chest. She was wearing a riding habit of deep green chiffon, looking every inch the noble lady. And she was smiling. But it wasn't a nice smile. "I wondered why he was refusing the Specialist," Holly drawled, walking forward. "I thought maybe he was just being stubborn. But it's much simpler than that, isn't it?"