A feud between siblings

Naomi chose not to answer the obvious taunt and glanced down at Nezetta’s outfit—a gown, tight at the bust and waist but with a flowing skirt made with the richest material in the darkest shade of black.

“You look different,” she commented.

“What can I say? Black is my color.” Nezetta raised her eyebrows and smiled teasingly.

The music reached a crescendo so Nezetta spun Naomi and then dipped her. Upon being upright again, Naomi said, “Doom’s mistress? Really?”

“Ah.” Nezetta chuckled. “You have heard of my sterling reputation. Wonderful.”

Naomi sighed and interlaced the fingers they had held out. “Look, There’s something you have to know. I wasn’t myself… I haven’t been myself for a while. Daegal told me that you left after you supposedly had a conversation with me but it wasn’t me, Nezetta. It was Nerina.”

Nezetta at least had the decency to look shocked. “Wh-what?” she sputtered.

“Yes. I was under…” Naomi trailed off when she met Daegal’s eyes while he danced with one of the female