Chapter Fifteen“You little cat. You did that deliberately!”
Rachel pushed her face close to Lucy's and there was a mad, yellowish glint in her narrowed eyes. Suddenly, her hand lashed out and struck Lucy on the cheek. The force of the blow was, in itself, not so painful but the large emerald ring Rachel was wearing caught her on the cheekbone, drawing blood, as Lucy discovered when she raised a hand to her stinging face.
The girl was of an age with Lucy and, if it hadn't been for the mission she had given her word to fulfil (how could she forget Philip's dark words, “It's that or your life”?) Lucy would have struck her back. The girl was so coldly, deliberately spiteful and cruel that Lucy wondered if she were possessed by an evil spirit.
She had been there only three days and already t
