"This was your fault."
Gracie blinked like it would wipe off the reality of Marmony accusing her on the ground of Samuel's predicament.
"Mars-" Countess stopped in mid-sentence.
From the side of the sofa where she knelt, staring down at Samuel with a deadpan look. She casted back, glaring at Countess.
"No, Countess. It's all about her. It was her fault that we lost track of the Snafamdgire in the Halloween party and again at the woods, and now we're got to deal with Sam getting hurt every time because of her. Are we lose our bloody mind?"
Gracie frowned, she was at the sea in this conversation. At the Halloween party, she did nothing wrong. She wasn't the one who gored her sharp nails into innocent people stomach and brought everything out for dinner, nor was she the one who invited the spider to their house for a feast and now Samuel. She was totally guiltless.
"Mars watch what you say." Lewis stepped forward and warned.
