How dare you!
Sophie Sullivan moved closer to her, making the contrast between them even more striking.
One was radiant and gorgeous, the other utterly wretched. Amelia Shaw carried the lingering, musty odor of the dark cell, while Sophie Sullivan, in complete contrast, appeared relaxed and at ease, a subtle, almost imperceptible fragrance about her.
Sophie Sullivan hooked her lips into a smile. "Did you enjoy your time in the dark cell?"
"Maniac, don't push it too far!"
"I'll give those words right back to you: don't push it too far. We had no grudges or enmity to begin with; it was you who provoked me first. What you're going through now is nothing more than the retribution you deserve."
If Amelia Shaw hadn't attempted to kill her, the person Sophie would be dealing with now would have been Minimus Hart, not Amelia Shaw.
