Seraphina Sterling didn't lie. She simply watched her quietly, her expression saying it all. She had seen what just happened—all of it. For a girl with such strong pride, a lie would have been an even deeper wound.
Nadia Chapman watched Seraphina Sterling quietly. 'What on earth does this girl want? Why did she follow me out here?' "Are you here to mock me? Don't bother. I know my place. I know the difference between myself and Fiona Chapman! I don't need some outsider to come and laugh at me!"
"Mock you? Why would I do that? I don't see anything to mock. My situation isn't much better than yours; you saw what happened today. The only difference is that I've always fought back. Whether it was against Jasmine Faulkner or Faye Sterling, I've never once admitted defeat. Take today, for instance. Faye Sterling wanted me to take the fall, to be her scapegoat, but in the end, she was the one Martin Quinn led away. And I'm still here, perfectly fine. Do you know why?"
