Miss Virtue was looking at her intently. “But you didn’t volunteer? Even though you called out the first one?” Bitter bristled. “I eh know it was going to be like this!” “Yes, people rarely do when they pray.” Miss Virtue tapped a marbled nail against the table. “So—they’re hunting.” “It wasn’t a prayer,” Bitter objected. The woman’s gray eyes skimmed over her. “Wasn’t it?” she retorted, but she didn’t wait for Bitter’s answer. “Based on what you told them or what the others might have told them, who do you think they will kill first?”
