At the memory of Fiona's name, Ezeldah's face tensed up and became gray with her as her hands burnt the two letters in her hands into ashes. The messenger quickly moved away, fearing being burnt to ashes. She could sense that her high priestess wanted to burn more than the letters.
"Which coven did you say delivered this letter?" She asked, fury evident in her eyes. She had a strong feeling the cult was referring to Fiona. She was the only one that had left the coven unaccounted for and, of course, her stupid daughter. It was neither one of the two, but the latter was possible.
She remembered the little brat and how unstable she was, and would not be surprised if she fell into the hands of the said cult and was now in trouble, leaving her with no option but to mention her mother's cult.
A small smile crept on Ezeldah's face. Whether it was mother or daughter, it was a win-win situation for her.
