Chapter 63: Morgana
Her tall, pointy hat on the table, the so-called Morgana faced the large window opposing the couch she'd occupied.
Ferm and impassive, not a hint of unrest lingered on her otherwise kind features.
"Madame Morgana," Katherine brought the attention of the witch her way, "Here she is," the vampire then ushered towards Arabella who stood a few feet behind herself.
"Arabella, is it?" Morgana gracefully pushed her weight off the chair and extended her hand to the young woman.
Innocently, Arabella reached out to take the witch's hand but was immediately stopped by none other than Katherine. She grasped Arabella's wrist, while glaring at Morgana through narrow eyes.
All the while, Silas remained completely silent, merely standing behind the women and trusting Katherine to handle things.
"Now, now!" Morgana grinned, lifting her hands up in front of them, "You know I meant no harm, my dear Katherine," the witch then turned to study Arabella's figure. Although, the wide glistening eyes and the half open mouth on her already told Morgana all she needed to know, "You're very naive, you sweet thing," Morgana smiled before her features hardened, "You never take the hand of a witch you are not yet acquainted with, girl,"
In response, and for total lack of words, Arabella maintained the expression of surprise on her and vehemently shook her head yes, a few times.
"Though I can't blame your ignorance as it is something your hosts should have warned you of," the witch's glare snapped onto Katherine as well as Silas.