“Shut up and listen.”
“Ow.”
Yannah was supremely unrepentant. “Do I have your attention?”
Kata rubbed her stomach. The poke hadn’t truly hurt, but it did smash her image of Yannah as a sweet, harmless creature who was only there to offer comfort. There was a power that pulsed in the air around her and a ruthless purpose that shimmered in the depths of her black eyes.
“Do I have a choice?”
“Didn’t I say it was a shame Marika was dead?”
Kata remained wary, wondering if this was some sort of trap.
“You did.”
“Well, it isn’t because anyone will mourn her passing.”
“Then why?”
“Because she made a nasty provision in the event of her untimely demise.”
“Provision? I don’t believe it.” Kata’s lips curled at the thought of Marika’s flagrant conceit. “The cold-blooded creature was too arrogant to believe anything could kill her.”
“It wasn’t arrogance, it was strategy.” Yannah wagged a finger. “Tricky, tricky vampire.”
Kata sank onto the edge of the cot, her head aching and her stomach queasy.
Not surprising.