*Esma*
In the kitchen, I carefully fold the cloth napkin that I will place on the tray I'm preparing for Jamie. It's silly, really, that I want everything to be perfect, especially as he’ll no doubt wake up in a foul mood from Eden’s tampering with his whiskey.
“I know you’re angry because I gave him the sleeping draught,” Eden begins as she slices the mutton. It's been almost an hour since we've spoken. While Eden began preparations for dinner, I saw to the animals, herding them into the barn before the storm broke.
“I’m more than angry. He’s done nothing to deserve such distrust,” I reply, beginning to lose patience with my sister and her inability to understand that we’ve crossed a fine line once. It’s not going to become our habit.
“He’s come to arrest us and I’ve been thinking lon
