"You know what WOULD make me very happy, Evanna?" His deep voice took on a tone that sent a shiver down her spine. She did not bother answering; it was a rhetorical question. "If you told me why you took my gem and how I could acquire it back."
Evanna shrunk slightly by the iciness in Arawn's voice, but she hid her trepidation by turning her head and glancing away from the prince. She wished at that moment, her hair was down like it usually was in such settings; it was easier to hide behind, but not today, it seemed. From now on, she would make sure to have it down because the prince was not going to stop his line of questioning, and she was not going to tell him what he needed to know.
