MABEL
“No,” in tandem, in echo with her sister’s vocalizations; the slightest hint of a snicker brushing across her lips. If her machinations were correct, the man outside couldn’t be a monster – not if he’d touched the door. But whomever was foolish, and perhaps…perhaps this was vengeance, payback, for their fallen Queen. A life for a life. Sacrificial rites from one idiotic Outlander to another, incapable of following any directions. Mabel bore no sympathy to those that failed to listen. How many warnings had been unleashed every year, over and over and over again?
“You had opportunities.” A careless shrug, and her eyes went to Evelyn, the same eerie smirk tracing, lingering, in their wake. “Maybe you’ll listen next time.” If there was a next time.
“You had opportunities.” A careless shrug, and her eyes went to Evelyn, the same eerie smirk tracing, lingering, in their wake. “Maybe you’ll listen next time.” If there was a next time.
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
