Her eyes blazed with anger, though the tremble in her tone betrayed how shaken she really was. "How could you all be so reckless? How can you just take danger upon yourselves like that? What if something happened to you?" Her gaze swept over them.
On the bed, the five of them sat in a row like guilty schoolboys, their heads lowered, none daring to meet her eyes. Even Karl, who usually had a comeback for everything, sat with his hands folded in his lap, his lips pressed tight.
"Wife! Those witches were bad!" Karl finally blurted out, his tone defensive but weak compared to her fury. "They insulted us, they mocked us, and they… they looked at us in the wrong way." His face tightened, anger flashing across it again as he remembered the encounter.
