She halted on her steps as her heartbeat began to fluctuate. She then turned to stare at the prisoner who happened to be a woman with dirty, long nails and very unkempt hair which reached below her hip.
It was quite hard to tell the colour of the hair. Her teeth was crooked and brownish in colour. She looked thin, testifying of many years of hunger. Her clothes were tattered, barely able to cover her nudity, not like there was much to hide in the first place.
So many questions ran through Seraphina's head at that point in time. Who was she and how did she know about her being a curse?
A series of murmurs broke out from the other prison cells at the woman's words. Seraphina found her legs taking hesitant steps towards the woman's cell bars, but she broke out from whatever trance she seemed to have entered when Ian shoved her back and away from the woman's prison gate.
