"Samantha."
I took a step back from Catelyn in a way that suggested she slapped me right across the face.
Almost immediately my palms began to form sweat and a feeling of dread took over my body.
Play it cool.
"You may have changed your appearance and your face may have changed, but your eyes...," Catelyn sneered in a harsh voice.
"You can't fake those," she said staring intently at me and I slightly tilted my head to the side.
"I'm sorry, who?" I asked giving her an innocent look as I plastered a sarcastic and over exaggerated confused expression on my face.
It was indeed quite obvious I was faking it.
She knew it.
I knew it.
Hell, the janitor moping the tiles knew it.
"Don't play dumb with me. You've changed. I can practically smell it," she said with a sneer and stepped close
