The shrill voice of Erica echoed in the air; her face etched with horror as she stared down at her hands. The wound on her face was deep enough to leave a scar.
Sabriah was held back by Gilbert's servants, they tried to stop her from doing any more damage. She had enough of Erica's lifted chin, she needed to bring that lowly maid down in her place.
Cailina focused her attention on Sabriah, her emotions displayed on her face. Before Sabriah got out of the grasp of the servants. Gilbert entered the scene and hugged the weeping Erica.
His eyes burned with rage, "Leave."
He lifted Erica and spared not a glance at the frightened Sabriah. His coldness was a stab in the heart for her, she was abandoned by her husband to be, never tried to understand her side. Everyone was against her.
