Cahill
James, who is panting out of anger, still has his eyes on Theodora, shooting her a tight-lipped glare.
"Should have killed her the moment we caught her." James looks at me when he says this. He has his hands balled into a hard tight fist that green vessels are beginning to bulge out along his arms.
"And I think you're taking this more personally. When it's none of your business that she killed her dad." I state matter of factly, with my eyes never leaving James's.
"It was such an awful thing to do." James protests and I can tell he's still glaring at Theodora.
"Still, it had nothing to do with you." I tap and place my hand on his shoulder, to calm him down.
James finally took a step backward, and I order my men to help Theodora up, put her on the only chair in the cell, and chain hee.
