The rage was white hot, flowing through Fern's veins like magma, just waiting to erupt. Fern didn't know exactly what had happened, but as the Lady had wanted her to find Noah, she took his words at face value. That anyone dare make a move against the Lady... it was galling.
It couldn't stand unpunished. Not while Fern was around.
She gazed at the photo that Noah was displaying on her phone. "Ronnie," she repeated, nodding. There were so very many things she could do, now that she knew had an inkling of her own power.