"Child, shut your mouth."
"But, Isaac, you don't know what you're dealing with," she pleaded.
"I said QUIET," He grabbed her face, shouting the word into her eyes, straight into her mind, and not another sound escaped. Panic filled her entire being. She knew this was the last time she would see Isaac, and she would be blamed. It would be all her fault, because she should have spoken up, she should have explained. She couldn't save him.
No, no one listens to little Betty, not then not now. I read everything I could on everything they could need, every aspect of every part of it. I tried talking, speaking in low tones. I even tried speaking in proper English, dropping the curtain for a bit. Then I shouted, screamed. No one ever listened to little Betty, baby Betty, but I thought surely, surely they would listen to Kay Fury. I had their ears. I had their attention. It seemed certain they would get it. But it devolved into chaos, and I just couldn't hold the rage back. I left the conversation. I may have left them to die. What if they die before we speak again?
The Order of St. Blaise, or at least the representatives, will never be forgiven for stepping on my toes. No, trampling my feet entirely. I don't do vengeance. Exceptions can be made... We WILL be heard.
Did I just say we?
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