~LYDIA

The shock on Morgana's face as the slap resounded in the room sent a thrill down my spine.

Joey's sharp intake of breathe was as loud as a gong in the silent room. Morgana narrowed her eyes at me, the imprint of my hand visible on her cheek.

"You slapped me." Her words weren't a question. They were an affirmation. I said nothing, only held her gaze.

"You laid your hand on me, Lydia," she went on, and there was a blandness to her voice, to the way she was staring at me, that wanted ...