Once again the room shifted.
"The Nightshade estate." Callista gasped. She had never been here officially, but she recognised the halls.
"Yes, tomorrow is her wedding to Cedric. She has to die today. Can you do that?" The hooded lady said. The door next to them creaked open, and a vial appeared in her hand. Callista was a skilled priestess and immediately knew it was poisoned.
Her feet moved on their own and she entered the bedroom. Lying on the bed was Abrielle, she was sleeping peacefully in her bed without a care in the world.
Callista's throat went dry and she opened the poison. Her eyes are bloodshot. Her mind screamed for her to do it, but her heart found it difficult to take a life, even if that person was her nemesis.
A cold chill ran down my spine, her voice next to her ear. "Don't hesitate. Your grandmother didn't hesitate when she threw you out." She reminded Callista of watering the seed of hatred already planted there.
