MORIA
She glides across the room like an angel of death and aims for his knees.
He moves out of the way easily, but he is also forced to let go of Callum.
I don’t even see her pick up the knife.
Callum tries to reach around her and she shoves it so fast and so dangerously close to his face that I could have sworn she cut him.
“Try me, Callum. I dare you.”
Still in her heels and dressed exactly as she had been when I first saw her at her desk the Keeper’s Manor, Morgana stands in between them both.
Callum grinning, Tristen watching him with a blank, shut down expression on his face.
Her lips stretch out across her teeth in a small sneer as she stares at them above the edge of the wide circular glasses perched on her nose.
I do not think she really needs them to see.
“What the f**
