C9 The Viper’s Warning

"You've made yourself at home quickly," Isabella murmured, her voice silky like wine but full of contempt. She walked to the head of the table with the grace of a queen.

"I'm trying to," she said, her voice steady. "It's my home now." Elena put her fork down.

Isabella's lips curled, but her eyes never smiled. She made herself coffee as if Elena hadn't said anything. "Home? No, sweetheart