Black Morass xo tatted all over

the reverend mother did not flinch when envy rolled to her back, exposing her vulnerable belly—a calculated gesture, one that spoke volumes about her ambition and the games she played to secure favor.

friends, ione echoed, her voice low and smooth, tinged with curiosity. the word rolled over her tongue like a delicate flavor, one she savored before continuing.

if they are as fascinating as you, then it would be my pleasure to meet them, she said, her pale eyes glinting with interest. there was a deliberate pause as her gaze lingered on envy, calculating and intent.

but remember, child, she murmured, stepping closer, her voice dipping into something softer, more intimate, it is you who must introduce them, not the other way around. let them know who leads here, should they step into our shadows.

ione tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a faint, knowing smile. come, then, she said, gesturing with a slight nod. show me who you bring.