Dalia could see Caramandia's thoughts displayed on her face like an open book. She was thinking about how much control she had over her, how she could make Dalia her slave. As if. An impish grin spread across her features that was not caused by Mira. "You are worse than a fool if you think you can control me, Caramandia. And I have tried that many a time, Silver. I don't get the right fucking effect."