<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">There was something in his tone that made Zara's eyes loose some of their temper and seem almost hurt. But they wouldn't notice since she was facing the liquor cabinet and wouldn't let them see her true emotions. At his comment though, she turned her head and gave him a fake smile, her voice dripping with sweet annoyance, "It could have been better..." Her eyes swept over to Fiona's frame before her eyes flashed to Atticus in disgust. <em>Why was he concerned over the little twit?</em><br/><br/><em>Because he loves her</em>, an inner voice taunted, making her hiss softly.<br/><br/><em>Love. Like she spoke of. So pathetic. Weak.</em> Zara's eyes began to burn with anger and disgust and she set the liquor bottle down abruptly. "Well...don't let me impose on such a...private moment..." Her lips curved maliciously as she purred, "You both have a pleasant evening." Her eyes lingered on Fiona, the warning clear: Zara wasn't done with her.<br/><br/>She moved towards the music room once more, taking a healthy swallow of the liquid that burned her insides and warmed her icy heart. Whatever infatuation she felt for <em>him</em> was being slowly chipped away. It was clear the man had eyes only for the redheaded whore whom she loathed.<br/><br/>A small sadistic smile played along her lips as she sat down in front of the piano once more. <em>But no worries,</em> an inner voice soothed the angered whore, <em>by the time we're done with her....he won't be able to have her.</em></span>