(MIRA)
"You must have shit your pants when Shiloh separated from you in Ashenveil." I said to Rhiannon while I perched on a ridiculous pink rock. She and Kelly were actually digging with shovels. I had no idea what they were digging for, but if it was my grave, I wasn't about to just jump into it.
"You have no idea," Rhiannon growled. "But even the Darkwyn witches couldn't see what we had planned."
"Which would be?"
"Stop talking to her," Kelly snapped. "And dig. The others will have figured out you lied to them. I told you to kill them, not send them away."
"How was I supposed to kill five guards? I didn't know Shiloh would care so much about her," Rhiannon grumbled and returned to her digging.
"Really? Or maybe you just didn't want to kill your friends. You liked Finn, didn't you? You didn't want to have to kill him." There had to be some speck of loyalty in her. Some reason that Shiloh trusted her. If I could just reach that, maybe I could get out of this mess.
