***AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry this chapter took so long, I've been sick, and this is a very big and important chapter. So, writing it took more time than I expected, let the plot thicken***
The news Arya brought to the tent was soul shattering.
For Violet to hear she'd lose the support of the witches, it seemed to have broken some of the remaining threads of humanity holding Violet together.
Hearing Arya's words brought a cloud of darkness to Violet, a heavy despairing aura settled inside and around her.
She looked at the remaining people in the tent and her face darkened. Fury wasn't a mask she wore to hide her pain; it was the very emotion that became her being.
"Get out" She growled. An echo of malice left threads traced along her voice. It made the rooms temperature drop.
At first no one moved, the chill that settled in froze everyone in their place.
