Private conversation was like a bell being struck inside her, knowing how much she disliked the concept of anything being barred from her. Armand got a glance, a quick one, because she hadn’t come to kill just yet. She followed her hands behind her in the manner of a young lady.

Though clearly Diva had eyes for Bridget. Not that she had ever wanted or tried to hide the inhumanity lurking behind her eyes even when she was playing a doll.

“You didn’t even try to find me.” He didn’t even get up to greet her properly. It wasn’t right at all.