Chapter 25: Unfriendly Fire

Saraiah sat back into her chair. Layla couldn't read her face but knew that Saraiah had heard her. Saraiah scanned her up and down slowly. Layla sat back in her chair as well. She was suddenly overcome with a sudden crippling sense of insecurity. She didn't want to let it on to Saraiah so she mimicked her behavior.

Saraiah smirked ever so slightly to herself and then snapped. A female servant appeared with a chalice of wine and set it to the right of her. Saraiah took a long sip while still maintaining her intense eye contact with Layla.

"How do you propose to do that?" Saraiah's thick accent purred in Layla's ears like a cat. She sounded amused.

"I would prefer to speak with your husband." Layla slowly crossed her left leg over her right knee.

Saraiah held her chalice in both of her hands propping her elbows on the table. She leaned forward into them, "he is not here, I am. I will not waste the time of my Alpha and husband with nonsense and I am afraid you might just be full