Movement caught her attention, and Faira glanced over at Conna’Cel as he moved toward the staircase, watching him momentarily as he began to ascend the stairs, her body tense as she expected the stairs to turn into a living thing and devour him at any moment.

Marianne’s voice made her attention snap back to the woman and Adrian. She swallowed against the prickle of bile rising in her throat as the woman let the blade dig into her throat.

Faira shouted as Marianne’s head rolled to the floor, and she scurried away as it rolled toward her before the eerie disembodied arms stopped the head a foot from her. She hurried shakily to her feet as the woman reappeared in front of Adrian, only to fade away as she finished speaking.

Faira blinked as Adriane transformed, then looked around as the ballroom morphed into a hall. She took a couple backward steps before her back pressed against the wall. She gasped and pulled away, turning her head to look at it. She jumped and looked back to Adriane as he spoke.

[b]”…I fear he will take his rage out on the closest thing to him.”[/b]

“Isn’t that just fantastic,” Faira breathed under her breath. She raised her eyes to his as he addressed her, amazed at the stark contrast between who now stood in front of her and the demon she had first encountered. “Um, yeah. Thanks...” she began quietly, caution in her voice. “She… that—that [i]woman[/i]” she glanced around as if expecting her to appear at the mere mention of her, before looking back to the angel, “called you Adrian, right?”