FLINGS

They were sitting on the sofas in the sitting room; Melvina, Anthony and Esther.

Esther's head was buried in her palms.

After they had managed to translate and interpret the strange writing on the piece of paper, it was like their energy had left them. They seemed tired.

Melvina was confused, even as she drew her head back on the sofa, reclining deeply into the lush furniture.

The same people that had taken her friend, the same people that had kept the dead animal in the redhead's refrigerator, were the same people that had taken Margo.

She had thought that Margo was an enemy, when rather, the latter had been protecting Emma in her own way.

Esther had told them about her aunt's travels and secret movements. She had told them about her resilience in protecting the human. And in return she had told the girl about the threats the human had received, in paper and in deeds.

Who were these people?

She was already suspecting that Leonarya was behind it. That queen was never up to no g