"Why are you here, Emilia?" Arias questioned as he leaned against the mahogany desk in his study.
"Aren't you going to offer me some tea?" Emilia questioned her visibly irritated younger brother.
Arias took a pencil from his desk and sailed it at her face, grazing her cheek. A thin red line scarred her face, but she was still smiling; nothing annoyed Arias more.
"Get that stupid smile off your face." Arias poured himself a glass of bourbon. "Did Father send you?" he questioned as he sat in the black leather chair behind his desk. He took a sip of the gold liquid. "And don't dodge my question; I'm losing patience."
"Father sent me to look at the girl," Emilia told him. "He didn't like how you carelessly slapped his family name on a lowly orphan." She walked over to the small liquor case in the dark study and helped herself to a glass of wine. "He sent me to kill her."
Arias narrowed his eyes at her, "You're lying."
