"I had to," Juniper said. "You were all too busy fighting over who hated him best."
"He wants us to fight," Juniper said quietly. "Even now."
So here they were, five of them, arranged like tense ornaments in the cold library of the old manor. Rain lashed against the leaded glass windows.
"I had to," Juniper said. "You were all too busy fighting over who hated him best."
"He wants us to fight," Juniper said quietly. "Even now."
So here they were, five of them, arranged like tense ornaments in the cold library of the old manor. Rain lashed against the leaded glass windows.