The sadness that tinged her thoughts made her vision blurry. But the contempt on the witch's face was clearly visible even through it.
"Luck." Celeste remarked dismissively, "That's what it is."
"Right," Caliban said, a knowing smirk slowly tilting up the right side of his mouth.
The witch frowned at his expression, seemingly annoyed at his discernment.
"Let's talk less about William and more about us, my Lord," She said. She then paused, hesitating for a moment before continuing. Nervousness peaking its tense head through her eyes, "About that girl that you took in..."
"I will not have that conversation with you again." Caliban was quick to cut her off. He turned to her, his eyes losing all their humour suddenly.
Celeste stepped away from him in fear, the edges of her tattered dress playing a dangerous roulette with the blazing fire under the cauldron. She looked as if she was at the edge of breaking down, tears pooling in her eyes.
