"I don't think anyone really did." Wolfram sighed, glancing at the completely still Camilla. "How could someone do something like that?" He whispered. "How....How could they kill a child's parents? And both of them! How blood-thirty and war-hungry is Mapleshade? Are they literally willing to kill anyone to get what they want?" He drew his gaze away from Camilla, staring at Lachlan. "And all for what? A key, that'll kill her if she uses it."Lachlan dropped his green orbs of eyes from Wolfram's blue gaze, his eyes falling on Camilla, where she laid curled up asleep in a ball on the couch. She hadn't moved since the day before, other than tossing and turn in her sleep, until she finally went completely still under her thick covers. His eyes then flickered to River, where she laid still on a bed of pillows not far away, she could have looked dead if it weren't for the soft rises and falls of her chest, heaving air in and out to survive. Unlike Camilla, River hadn't tossed and whimpered in her sleep, but he was all too certain of the silent tears that had escaped for the first half of the night, and the dark memories that pledged the rest. He was almost positive that she was awake, simply pretending to be sleeping, afraid of facing the others.
He slowly shook his head to Wolfram. "I didn't."