Exton

Alise smiles at panther, glad the were is dead. She watches as Stoney and Byron circle each other, wanting Byron dead almost as much as she wanted Jean-Marc to suffer for what they had done to her. She noticed that their eyes never left one anothers, each taking the measure of the other.

Chiot, be ready if I distract him....

Stoney groaned inwardly, Be careful, stay behind the gnomes, this one is dangerous....

Alise steps from behind the trees, “Here I am. Did you have something you wanted to say to me? Did Jean-Marc send you here? Since he is too much of a coward to come himself, he sends his dog. Isnt that how it always is? Do you enjoy being the dog to that coward? I dont know which is worse. The coward giving the orders or the dog that is too stupid to do anything other than follow the orders....”

Byron was trying to keep his eyes on Stoney. Alises words making him furious. She turned her back and said, “Wasnt this enough?” then lowed the robe to expose the scarlet crisscross patterns across her back. Some of the cuts are still fresh and seeping, Bruises in various stages from purple to green and yellow decorate her slim back as well. Byron hesitated and took his eyes off Stoney for a split second to look at Alise.