"Tell me something, Maia," Xanthe's voice boomed through the phone with alarming seriousness. "How does one commit murder and successfully avoid prison?"
Maia bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. At this point, listening to Xanthe rant about her living situation with Lorenzo and his sister had become one of her favourite forms of entertainment.
As someone who had spent most of her life keeping people at arm's length, Maia was genuinely surprised by how accustomed she'd become to Xanthe's company. She missed her more than she cared to admit and had grown oddly fond of their daily calls.
Even though ninety percent of those conversations consisted of Xanthe reporting her latest suffering.
"Whoa! Easy there, Evil Queen," Maia jested, fighting the amusement bubbling up her throat. "Pixie's just a child."
