Chapter 56 Half Turn
- Bertha's POV
- The ancestral hall still hangs heavy with the weight of our just concluded meeting. The others file out, their hushed conversations dissolving with the dying crackle of the embers of the fire hearth. I do a half turn to leave, but before I can take a step, there is a strong hand clamping down upon my wrist.
- There is no need to look and see whose it is.