“She said some horrible things.” “Yeah, that sounds like her.” Celeste frowned, hesitating, but she couldn’t help herself. “Were they…were they about me?” The quiet that hung in the sepulcher answered first, and then the actual voice followed. “Yes. She said that it is a wonder you are related at all, that you are not the same, that you are disloyal, weak-willed, stupid, unskilled, clumsy—” “—all that, huh—” “—and perhaps worst of all, you are nice.”
