From the moment Lotus had discovered that it was Stephanie who had doomed their sister, she could hardly control the urge to strangle her.
But for Cassandra's sake, Lotus had to keep her tongue in check and not let her find out that they were onto her.
"Not your business, Stephanie," Lotus hissed at her as she climbed down her mare.
Stephanie lazily peeled herself off the wall of the stable. Donning a black gown as if she was forever in mourning, she taunted her sister and her companion.
"Picking up Cassandra's leftovers?" Every word emphasised to make it stand out. She flipped her hair back with a casual movement of her hand.
Lotus lost it at the insult, she flared up like a log in hearth. Her powers shot out of her in the form of a thorny vine and it wrapped itself around Stephanie's neck. The thorns pierced her skin and elicited a scream as blood oozed out of several places.
