Ch45: Forces of Fate

"Why didn't Ares touch that food? Damn it!" Morgana barked in fury after slamming the chamber door behind her. Her hand smashed a tea cup on the table, causing it to shatter at her feet. Veins of rage stood out on her fiery red face. 

Morgana's fingers massaged her throbbing temples. Her breath quickened, trying to contain the nauseating surge of rage that consumed her soul. Her brown pupils blazed intensely. "I had prepared it perfectly! The plate was right before Ares! Just a little more! How could that brat not touch the food at all?!"

Cassius sighed in exasperation, then sank onto the sofa. He felt more frustrated and aggravated. He was certain their plan would succeed this time, yet instead, Ares left in a hurry after Slater Volkan whispered something secretive. Cassius became curious about what they were hiding.