Romilda struggled against her bindings as Cho and Abby talked. Slowly, she was recovering from the intense arousal and fought to understand what was being said. She was amazed at how ungrateful Cho seemed to be of the gifts that her mistress had given her. Anger began to rise inside her as she started back at them.
Abby shrugged. “Perhaps so.” Her comment only increased Romilda’s already building anger.
“You think I require test subjects?” Abby seemed genuinely offended.
“Coven magic is cooperative magic,” Abby explained. “We need skilled and driven witches, bright and powerful witches, as a part of our coven. Do you think we can stand up to the Dark Lord ourselves, Cho? Do you think that we, no matter what secrets we hold, can live let alone thrive in the world once he wins?”
“I assure you, you father would see to it the Death Eaters found us,” Abby told her coldly.