The opportunity to question this female was precisely why she’d agreed to hold this stupid party.
“My private relations are just that... .” She pinned a cold smile to her lips. “Private.”
“If you wanted privacy then you should never have moved into this neighborhood,” the nymph drawled. “We are incurably curious and far more interested in one another’s lives than our own.”
“Isn’t that a little pathetic?”
“Perhaps.” A sly expression crossed the nymph’s pretty face. “Of course, I do understand your reluctance to share. He’s yummy.”
“Obviously you’re not the only one who thinks so,” Sophia snapped as Kirsten ran a provocative finger down Luc’s bare chest.
Victoria wrinkled her nose. “That vampire should be staked and left for the sun.”
Sophia was thinking more along the lines of ripping off her head.
Quick and easy.
“Not a big Kirsten fan?” she instead forced herself to ask.
“She’s a whore.”
Sophia lifted a brow at the sharp edge in Victoria’s voice. “Don’t hold back. Tell me how you really feel.”
“She pretends she has no interest in my Morton, but I’ve seen how she sniffs at him when he’s near.”
“She’s still a foundling, no doubt she sniffs everything with warm blood.”
“Really?” The nymph sent Sophia a mocking smile. “Then you don’t mind that she’s currently latched on to Luc?”
“Of course not.” It was a miracle that the words didn’t choke her. “I trust Luc.”
Victoria snorted. “Don’t lie. You want to toss the bitch into the barbeque pit and watch her go up in flames.”
Sophia hastily squelched the delicious image.
Focus, Sophia. Focus.
“If I do decide I need to defend my territory, I’ll confront her directly.” She narrowed her gaze. “I have no tolerance for creatures who attack anonymously.”
The nymph paled, hastily backing away. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Sophia rolled her eyes. The stupid female might as well have tattooed “guilty” across her forehead.
Grasping her upper arm, Sophia yanked her to a halt. “Don’t run away, Victoria. We have so much to discuss.”
“Please,” the nymph pleaded. “Don’t hurt me.”
“That all depends on you,” she growled. “Confess and I won’t kill you here and now.”
The silver eyes shimmered with terrified tears. “How did you know it was me?”
“I’m a pure-blooded Were.”
Victoria frowned at Sophia’s deliberately vague response. “The witch promised me that the amulet would disguise my scent completely.”
A disguise amulet.
That’s how the woman had waltzed into her yard without leaving a trail.