She should take herself directly back down those stairs and…
And what?
Race back into the night? Back to her devastated sister?
No.She’d come to see the Black Widow and see her she would.
Only the flames in the grate were warm and inviting…
She might as well rest for a moment and use the opportunity to make herself presentable.
She sat down in one of the chairs cloaked in shadow. With a sigh, she shrugged out of her borrowed cloak, examined her foot in the firelight, and then bent down to see what could be done about refastening the clip to her slipper.
When she faced her fate, she intended to do so on planted feet and with slippers that matched.
