Dragoncrest Cliffs the purloined letter

Rosalyn's hostile greeting brings her to a heartstopping halt, Erzulie's even more so. she blinks at them, looking between the two matrons, mouth slightly agape.

big whi'he woman, she manages, through the vise that clenches her throat. who 'hhrea'hhenedh your boy. back. kill one of mine. ouhh' for bloodh.

it's as simple as that.

but she doesn't understand the frosty reception. her legs are stiff and root her firm to the ground. will this be a repeat of her blunder with Atreus? is she not meant for this dance of diplomacy?

we needh' help, she continues, indigo eyes wide as full moons.