So her suspicions had been true.
Atticus had been slaughtered just as his father was.
How could Orpheus have been so cruel?
And how could she have possibly allowed herself to be lost in his sweet kisses?
Furiously, Lady Karina threw up her hands.
"How can you possibly expect me to pass into the chapel when you have forbidden me from leaving the keep without an escort?" She asked, her tone flying like sparks.
"Moreover… I would have to pass through that... that forest of corpses to reach there and I have no desire to see those grisly trophies you have propped up for all to see."
His patience was wearing thin quickly.
"Would that be all that you have dragged me here to speak about, lady?"
Orpheus' impassive tone was borderline testing her last threads of patience as well.
The man's indifference to the situation was nearly insufferable.
Lady Karina shook her head, taking a few steps towards him until she was directly before him.
