“What are you doing?” the cousin demanded. “What you told me to. You said interrogate her as I’d been trained. That’s how monks interrogate witches.” “Or you could ask her your questions like a normal person. That’s always an option.” “I guess . . . although this seems faster.” “Does it really?” The monk rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll ask her nicely.” “Again with the sarcasm.” The monk stood once more before Belinda’s throne. “I have a question,” she said with a forced smile.
