Lorelle stepped from the cover of the woods, her long flowing dress so similar to those Peri wore, only hers was tattered and worn. It might have been black at one time but now it was a dingy gray that made her skin look pale and sickly.
“It is not wise to taunt a high fae, Elle, mate of Sorin, warrior of the fae. You provoke that which you cannot defeat.” Lorelle’s voice carried on the wind and seemed to caress Elle’s face.
Elle brushed it away, cringing at the evil that saturated it and met Lorelle’s gaze. “You are not welcome here, Lorelle. You have betrayed your race. You have worked with the enemy. You have murdered, and for those things you have been sentenced to death by the high council. For the sake of your sister, surrender yourself and end this madness.”
Lorelle threw her
