Imrae could hear the change in tone of Aria’s voice, her displeasure with the outcome. It wasn’t surprising, but she was still annoyed that Aria was going to get mad over it. “Do not think to blame this on me, human.” Her eyes narrowed and lips tightened. “The information your men provided was bad. So either your men are incompetent or Zerillion is smarter than you gave him credit for.” When she noticed Aria approach, she got up and stood her ground. Despite her naked form, her eyes stared the Duchess down. There a was coldness in them that seemed to pierce the woman’s soul.<br/><br/>When Aria was close enough, Imrae’s hand suddenly came up and grabbed her by the throat. “Do not question my methods!” Her hand tightened its grip. Not much, but enough to get her point across. “Zerillion may have fled, but the fiend feeding him power has been slain. His turn will come. Nobody can evade me forever.” An almost sadistic smirk came her lips.<br/><br/>“But remember...I am not your servant. You sought my help, not the other way around.”