Castilla arrived in a swirl of gray and a patter of her tiny feet to her side. “I'm not in the mood for a chat,” Lila said, snapping at her. “What's the matter, Lila? You've been sitting here for nearly two days.” “I'm not moving until he's dead.” She knew her pain wouldn't go, until he was finished. “I don't understand. This is a great coup, is it not? The underworld are simply furious. Bael is apparently beyond the pale.” “I don't give a shit what he thinks,” she snarled. “Lila, stop this ridiculous mood. Get up.” Castilla lost her patience with her a little and raised her voice as if she were a naughty child. She reluctantly stood, folding her arms and glaring at her, all her wild, bad, hopeless and confused feelings bubbling up to the surface. Why can't I stop thinking about him. It's torture...his eyes, his smile, the touch of his hand on my skin...and the suffering he is feeling now, because of what I've done... “You are coming with me. Let us see Uvall together.
