Madeline had raised her hand to cover her mouth from the apparent horror she had got to witness right now. What had started as a pleasant day where she was looking forward to her sister Beth meeting and allying with him, it had ended with a man dead on the floor whose head was separated from the body.
Blood continued to flow out of the body, staining the white marble floor.
She had been upset with the way she was treated right now, a powerless girl who was looked down because of how she looked and where she had come from.
