“Madam!” Rosamund declared in warning, even as her last was disregarded and the woman kept patting at her bandaged chest, obviously not finding what she was looking for and only doing herself more damage in the process. “Mrs. Lukeson, please take care,” she said, reaching out to try and grasp around the woman’s wrist to guide it - force it - back down to her side.
“I’m afraid I cannot give it back to you,” Rommy added. She didn’t even know exactly where it was now, herself - it had been confiscated the moment they’d gotten it off the woman, as it was obviously highly cursed, and had been feeding off its owner with an increasingly brutal appetite.
“I’m afraid I cannot give it back to you,” Rommy added. She didn’t even know exactly where it was now, herself - it had been confiscated the moment they’d gotten it off the woman, as it was obviously highly cursed, and had been feeding off its owner with an increasingly brutal appetite.
