"What a bitch!" That derogatory statement rang across the sitting room of a particular luxurious penthouse.
In this part of the city, far away from where the bloody fight was going on,
Morgana sat curled up on her white sofa, a glass of wine in one hand and a tablet in the other.
On the screen of her tablet, the fight played out in real-time.
Small cameras- no bigger than a button- attached to each vampire's clothing were transmitting the footage directly to Morgana's tablet.
She had multiple angles of the battle... Just as she had planned it.
And she was loving every second of it.
"Yes! That's it!" Morgana squealed, leaning forward as Cassandra's wolf managed to throw off three vampires at once.
"Fight back, you stubborn bitch! Let me see how it will be when you finally break..." She shouted at the tablet as if the person she was talking about could hear her.
Then she took a sip of her wine, her eyes not leaving the screen by the way.
