"Your speculations are no business of mine." Keila replied blankly. "Unless you have some other explanation for her death, I do not see what your point is."
Lord Fintan tilted his head to the side, tapping his fingers lightly against the armrest of the chair he sat. "That explanation... I suppose you would know better."
A memory she had forced deep into the depths of her mind flashed right behind her eyes and a sinking feeling surfaced deep within her but she suppressed it as her expression contorted into a scowl. "What do you mean to imply, Fintan?"
Lord Fintan rose from his seat and crossed the hall at a measured pace. Keila's gaze trailed him until he stood at the steps leading up to the dais. There he crouched down, splaying a hand on the thick vines at the foot of the Fae royal throne.
