This made Catherine resentfully aware of her own tatty appearance. It also reminded her why she hated witches. As if I needed reminding. “Why is everyone so interested in my personal life all of a sudden?” Karen smiled, revealing small sharp teeth. “Maybe because you're running with the wrong crowd, Catherine Pierce.” Catherine shot her a very ugly look. “Stop saying my name like that.” Karen laughed, and before Catherine was fully aware of what was happening, she found herself being dragged into the girls' restroom by her coattails. Where no one will see what she's about to do to us, said Prey. Catherine broke free only to stagger backwards with a sudden familiar weakness. Silver. She has silver. “The hell are you doing? Get your filthy hands off me! You're breaking the truce!” The fact that Karen didn't even bother speaking up in her defense said volumes.
