Aaron waited for Emmaline to give in, or to cry.
Some kind of reaction, any kind would do.
Instead, her face remained completely blank, apathetic.
Then she raised an eyebrow.
"You practically killed mom just now, and Taylor's already your slave, what family do I have?" She shot back, sounding so sharp and cool that Aaron felt some of his bravado waver.
"You can't hurt me with them any more than you already have, or you'll be a murderer," She hissed, her grey eyes like a storm, "I will take you to court if I have to."
It was a game of poker, to see who could hold out longer.
Aaron played his last trump card, "It won't be murder if they can't trace it to me, you know her health isn't very good now and I'm really pressed for time."
Emmaline's face paled.
As much as she pretended she didn't care, Aaron knew his daughter.
Her weakness was that when she loved people, she loved them too much.
