Atticus's eyelids twitched so violently that Daphne wouldn't even be surprised if he combusted due to anger right then and there. He stared at Cordelia with all the hatred in the world, and no magic was needed for Daphne to guess what he might be thinking of. At this point, perhaps he had already come up with a hundred and one ways to kill Cordelia off without anyone finding out.
"His talents are indeed wasted as a mere guard, even as the captain of the royal cavalry," Cordelia said thoughtfully, tapping her finger to her chin as though she was deep in thought. Her long, manicured nails caught the sunlight, one of the pearls stuck onto her fingernails glinting in the light.
"Perhaps we should move on to the next event?" Daphne interrupted, standing in the middle to cut them off. She was worried about what Atticus might do― and more importantly, what Cordelia might do. She might not have magic any longer but she was no damsel in distress.
