Before she could think to fight it, she was pulled into the small room, and the door was shut firmly behind her.
“What are you doing?” Callisto growled, hoping she wouldn’t have to hurt this woman. She was here for Gaspar, no one else.
“I be askin’ you the same question, ya wee silly little thing.” The woman looked down at the knife again. “What you thinkin" of doin" with that thing?”
“Get out of my way! Justice will happen tonight!”
It was then that realization hit the woman. “Oh, dear me, you’re the girl from this afternoon, whose father—” She looked at the knife again and shook her head. “I know you feelin" like this will be justice, but it won’t be. It won’t change anything that’s happened and will be somethin’ you’ll live with for the rest of your life. That is if you even get to
