The Old Master was growing anxious. "Alice, let go of her this instant! Otherwise, you won't make it out of here alive, even if you manage to leave the Ancient Keep!"
The Old Madam looked at the scissors pressed against her neck and a bitter smile touched her lips. 'Aren't these the same shears I use to prune my flowers every day? Well, isn't this just great. Now they're the weapon being used to hold me hostage.'
'I really regret this now. I regret my poor judgment, regret not listening to my husband, and regret letting my guard down so completely around Alice!'
Seraphina Ashworth, however, was in no rush. She could have rescued the old woman moments ago, but she felt the matriarch needed to learn a lesson. Otherwise, she would continue to be a poor judge of character, and Seraphina didn't have the patience to constantly put up with her. After all, if she weren't Caden's grandmother, Seraphina would never have tolerated her baseless accusations time and time again.
