Dimitri's eyes narrowed coldly. She couldn't have changed that much in a couple of days. She hadn't healed that fast a few days ago. Or tasted that foul, either. But, if what Rose had told him about different realities was true. Maybe she wasn't really Rose.
"You're not Rose." He said, ominously. And, if she wasn't Rose, he didn't have any use for her. Or, did he. She knew things. And, maybe it would bring Rose to him. If he took her look-a-like. She wouldn't be as good bait as Lissa. But, he knew his Roza. No matter what, she wouldn't let anyone suffer. Not by his hand.
"But, you'll do well enough as bait for her." His laughter was cold, and without any actual humour attached to it, as with one hand he smashed Elena's head against the wall. He would get his way, one way or another.