Sienna followed after her mother, adjusting her clothes in a hurry. "Mom, wait."
Her mother would not hear of it. She marched to the kitchen and grabbed two lemons before pushing the door open. The image of the claw marks and blood on her daughter's shoulder was fresh in her mind. Her eyes narrowed at Lady Cadelaria smugly nestling in her husband's arms as if she were the queen of the household.
Without hesitation, Mrs. Miller hurled one lemon with the precision of a season warrior.
The lemon struck Lady Cadelaria squarely on the back of her head with a satisfying thunk.
Sienna gasped. Were were the quick beast man reflexes in this lemon battle.
"Ah!" Lady Cadelaria screamed.
Another lemon quickly struck her squarely on the forehead with a more satisfying thunk. By the time Lord Marius swung his hand to catch it, the sour fruit had done what it was intended for.
