Chapter 177 An Explanation Ii

• Agnes sat there her head spinning round and round in circles as she looked at her mother her mind still reeling with Minerva’s words. The light of the tent was low in the night and the sad wrinkles of Minerva’s face were sharp and clearly noticeable.
• ‘’Hey Agnes, why are you afraid to show your powers? Minerva enquired, she asked, her tone soft but commanding, a whisper that restarted the flickering flames of fear in Agnes’s heart.
• "How do you know about that?" The wild stallion was beating in Agnes’ chest and she snapped at the both of them suddenly. Earlier she had been so cautious, so surreptitious, she had veneered her evil over with a veneer of commonness.