Katherine stood still and held her breath as Morgana hovered around her, but she wasn't the only one that had turned stiff as a board in the room.
Indeed, Arabella's stomach clenched on itself so very tightly, the young woman had to put a hand over it just to soothe it.
Morgana's eyes widened at times then narrowed at others. Her mouth would open and close as she examined the vampiress.
"I am going to need a strand of your hair for the next test, my dear," Morgana turned to her pouch bag and pulled a pair of scissors out of the black leathery thing, "You do not mind, do you?"
"No, of course. Anything you need," Katherine's spine straightened further than Arabella thought it capable of doing.
Nobody said a thing and merely watched as the witch snipped the smallest of strands before placing it on the table next to her bag.
Dipping her hand in it again, Morgana took an even smaller pouch out of it plus a little vial that contained a sheer yet red liquid in it.
