Her tall, pointy hat on the table, the so-called Morgana faced the large window opposing the couch she'd occupied.
Ferm and impassive, not a hint of unrest lingered on her otherwise kind features.
"Madame Morgana," Katherine brought the attention of the witch her way, "Here she is," the vampire then ushered towards Arabella who stood a few feet behind herself.
"Arabella, is it?" Morgana gracefully pushed her weight off the chair and extended her hand to the young woman.
Innocently, Arabella reached out to take the witch's hand but was immediately stopped by none other than Katherine. She grasped Arabella's wrist, while glaring at Morgana through narrow eyes.
All the while, Silas remained completely silent, merely standing behind the women and trusting Katherine to handle things.
