MARIA’S POV
I sat on the sofa, my legs tapping the floor in agitation, unable to get rid of the indignation which coursed through my veins. "How dare Philip talk to me like that?" I asked myself, my mind playing back the conversation like a gramophone record. What gave him the right to raise his voice at me? The sheer nerve of it was infuriating.
A low, mocking laugh escaped my lips. "Geez." I trailed off, narrowing my eyes down as a thought of Philip's audacity crossed my mind. "Philip, you just crossed your boundary," I said aloud, and my voice echoed in the room. "You will pay for this." And it was left hanging there, a promise of revenge.
My mind wandered to Ariel-that slippery, mysterious figure. "Why is Ariel so difficult to kill?" I thought, frustration creasing my face. We had
