Maisie
A wave of horror rolled through the crowd.
My blood was ice in my veins, but Soren didn't break his cool stare or betray a shred of emotion as he said, "I'd be very careful of whatever accusations you throw next, aunt."
She cocked her head. It was in that same manner all the Blacks did, and when she spoke again, it was to the crowd. "Did you know Richter Adams was Silas Thorne?"
The choked gasps that went around the hall made me realize just how popular that name must have been around here. Where there had been hostility in the hall before, it was now replaced with hatred. And vengeance.
"Did you know Silas Thorne consorted with Margaret Hunt? He was her favorite because it was him who delivered the killing blow to your mother at her order."
My breath hitched.
Soren flinched. "That has nothing to do with Maisie—"
