*Susannah's POV*
"I want a second opinion."I muttered staring at the vase.The men looked at me as if they were about to chuckle.
"Huh?"
"I said,"I repeated in annoyance, raising my eyes from the table to them. "I want a second opinion."
The youngest of them took the vase off the table and set it in his sackcloth.A part of me wanted to get up and yank it from his frail hand.To demand for my powers back.To say they had no right to take back a gift.I felt like I was entitled to it. Probably a bad thing to feel about something you illegally had but that was the truth.It was mine.
"Do you not trust the judgement of the Salmen Wizards?" Gordon asked.Gordon was the oldest and his voice always had a mean touch of mockery to it.I never liked it before but I despised him even more now knowing I was powerless against him.He seemed satisfied–if not happy–about it though.
