Opening old wounds

He pointed an incriminating finger at them. 

"Both of you! What is your relationship with the daughters of that family?" 

Egon's big eyes widened menacingly, "Uncle, neither your question nor your tone is appreciated!"

Adela winced when he threw a disgusted look her way. 

"The axe might have forgotten, but the tree must always remember! The de Lanarks are your mortal enemies!"

Egon's uncle spewed the words out and then stormed off, followed by Bastian who wore an uncomfortable look on his face before going after him.

"Excuse me, My Lady," Andreas said before climbing up the stairs pursuing the two.

Alone with Egon again, she felt rather than saw his eyes on her, hers lingered on the men's retreating figures.

"I have to go," he declared.

"Wait!"

She ran until she was one step ahead of him then turned and placed her hand on his torso, a jolt ran through her fingers and up the arm that was in contact with him.