There were three other people in the lounge room, but Morgana only had eyes for Katherine. The two of them sat facing each other.
One breathed easily while the other looked as though her bottom rested upon invisible nails. Arabella could tell which of them felt which way.
The stifling silence brought nothing good and so Persephone hastened to put an end to it.
"So? Are you going to tell us or will you just gape at the poor girl? Her heart can give out you know,"
"Let me Marvel at her sight, Persephone," Morgana's voice was steady, her eyes sparing not a glance at anyone else but Katherine.
"Why so dramatic about it, my dear friend?"
"All the drama is for the simple reason that this young woman right here should be dead and done with,"
The gasp that had escaped Arabella filled the entire room and echoed back to their ears.
Her delicate hands wouldn't let her brooch out of their grasp as her fingers pressed on the metal for an ounce of comfort.
