Berryanna stood there watching as Peachtree uttered those words. For a second the room went silent inside her head. She saw it clearly. Her hand reaching forward. Dagger digging into the bandage. Peachtree screaming. The other eye forced out. Blood running down her cheek. Forcing it into her mouth. Making her chew. Then finishing it. The image stayed.
She took a deep breath. Another one.
Her shoulders rose slowly and dropped. Her fingers curled into her palm, nails pressing into skin. She forced a small smile. It did not reach her eyes.
"What are the other options?" she replied.
"There are no options. Lady Strawlita's eyes for my peace," Peachtree said.
Berryanna did not blink.
"What are the other options?" she repeated.
Her voice did not change. Same tone. Same weight. Like she had not heard the first answer.
Greyhouse stepped in smoothly.
