Eva's POV
Once I was done eating with Josephine, I called upon a servant to take away the dishes. I took Josie back to her room and gave her a bath. As I dried her body, I could see that even though she kept her silence, she had a lot to say and ask.
"What is it, Josie?" I asked.
She looked at me, her big green eyes full of questions. I recalled her reaction to Vivianne's outburst. She had looked shaken and looked as though she was about to cry.
She opened her mouth slightly but thought better of it and closed it again and looked away.
"Was it one of Vivianne's outbursts that made father forbid you from sitting at the table?" I questioned.
She shook her head but I was anything but convinced. It was in the way she shuddered. What had the poor girl done to deserve such loathing from her elder sister? I truly had a witch for a sister.
"Are you afraid of her?"
Josie froze at my question and averted her eyes completely.
