63 Chapter 63: Nightlings

She had hardly taken a step when a jolt of electricity flashed through her skin. Eve hissed, her head whipping towards the wrinkly hand on her shoulder in irritation. The matron narrowed her eyes at her. 

"Do you want to be thrown down along with this one?!" The witch spat, her teeth clenched in anger. 

Eve shook her head, her brows scrunched in worry. 

"Matron please." She begged, her voice heavy with the tears she was trying to suppress. "She's innocent. You know it too." 

The matron lowered her eyes, guilt flashing through her features. "I don't." She murmured. When she raised her eyes again, they held only cold determination. "What are you waiting for?!" She shouted, glaring at the servants.

The man and the woman bowed, pulling the girl hastily towards the passageway. 

"Eve!" Litty cried out, her pitiable form sandwiched between the two servants. 

"No!" Eve screamed, struggling in the matron's iron-clad hold.