The Siren's Scion
Her smile was calm, but her eyes, sharp as flint, scanned the room, lingering on Elara's pale, newly determined face and the space where I hovered.
The serpent ring gleamed dully on her finger.
"I thought you might need something to calm your nerves, darling," she said, her voice sweet as poisoned honey. "You look... resolved."
The game had just become infinitely more dangerous.