"Because I watched a man kill a girl in Barnet when she wouldn't give him the names of other Midnight witches."
She'd rarely admitted to what she saw. But it stuck with her. It drove her every day. Made her need to fight, need to protect. She had to fight and defend her sisters.
She looked at the portrait of herself, and her face settled into an older expression. Something far more contained and powerful than she was herself. It was the same sort of look the Widdowson bloodline had in all their portraits. But it was temporary. It would fade in a few moments.
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"Because I watched a man kill a girl in Barnet when she wouldn't give him the names of other Midnight witches."
She'd rarely admitted to what she saw. But it stuck with her. It drove her every day. Made her need to fight, need to protect. She had to fight and defend her sisters.
She looked at the portrait of herself, and her face settled into an older expression. Something far more contained and powerful than she was herself. It was the same sort of look the Widdowson bloodline had in all their portraits. But it was temporary. It would fade in a few moments.
"I want them to be safe."