Rosalia’s POV:
Keeping my eyes on Ebony’s still figure, I notice that she steadily keeps looking more and more worried. Something that, if it comes to it, would be a helpful advantage in keeping the scales tipped in our favour. “Looking a little worried over there Ebony, something on your mind or are you just being paranoid as usual?” I call out, seeing her frown in response. Eyes narrowed in hatred, she looks to me more like the child she accuses me of being than the adult who’s corrupt and out of control. Ironic given how she always claimed I was the child.
But she regains her composure remarkably quickly, her face changing to an expression of dispassionate and icy control. “I rather think it’s you who should be worrying instead of me Rosalia, given what would happen to you if people
