"Just like I killed so many other people. Including your late Empress's nanny, Lady Mertyll."
Even as those words left Amalia's lips, even as she stood there with that heinous smirk on her face, Aurora made no indication to show that her words were getting to her, even if it was doing a thousand times inside.
She felt her blood run cold, her heart hammering violently in her chest with every bit of her muscle itching to wipe that nasty smirk off her face. And her two companions could relate. It took all her will power to stop Anne from unsheathing her sword there and then.
Judging by their silence, Amalia knew they were in no condition to find their voices anytime soon, so she continued, sucking in a deep calm breath before she began.
