The moment Theon released his hold on her, Clotho made to bolt. She launched herself at the countertop that was the only barrier between herself and her sisters, hoping to clear it, but the other two were faster. Within seconds, she felt a pair of rough hands on her, yanking her back. She yelped, upsetting stationary and knick-knacks as she scrambled to break away, until she felt the cold edge of a knife pressing against her throat and fell suddenly still.
Lachesis' face was tight with rage. "You are so far outside your due," she began, and whether her voice trembled from anger or fear or a combination thereof was anybody's guess. "Threatening a reigning drug god-- your own family--"
"I could go for some tea."
Lachesis broke off to glance at her elder sister. Atropos' expression was oddly calm, almost nonchalant as she toyed with the heavy, ancient scissors in her hands. "Fuck, if you're going to kill us or what have you, it can at least wait until after a good cuppa." She jerked her head in the direction of the back room from whence she and Lachesis had come. "Kitchen's upstairs. 'Chesis can put the kettle on for us. Come on, now, don't keep us waiting - we've got other things to do, y'know."