There’s nothing quite as terrifying as seeing your enemy get what she wants. The box – the very same one I’d stolen from Torwen and the Nightmare Court, then insisted Erin lug all this way – sat between us on the table, and Zurra didn’t seem able to take her eyes off it.
“Thank you for returning this to me,” she said, sounding genuinely grateful. “You’ve no idea how much trouble it would have taken to recover it otherwise.”
I winced inwardly, because it sounded like I’d done the Inquest’s job for them. “Why would you want anything the Nightmare Court had?”
“Because it wasn’t theirs to begin with.” Zurra finally looked up, a gleam in her eye. “You may be aware that, in some areas of Tyria, the Inquest and the Court have been able to work together, but not here. Early interactions between us have left the sylvari somewhat… antagonistic.”