Would She Spill The Secret?

With her heels stomping on the wetland, Hazel walked toward the carriage with muttering curses under her breath. 

Not only had he used her as he wished, he even behaved as if she was a pet. Stroking and ruffling her hair, what did he think of himself!

She opened the door with a start to enter when her eyes widened and she took a step back. She held the door tightly to make sure she did not fall back when she stared at the witch that was glaring at her. Her wicked eyes were shining brightly while her face had that hateful look as if given a chance, she would shred Hazel into pieces.

"You! You are the one responsible for it!" she muttered as her lips started to move in a whisper that could not be heard by humans. 

Hazel covered her ears as the murmurs started to haunt her. She felt like evil was shrieking in her ears. Whispered that would haunt her for ages.