"You think you're so good, so merciful, don't you?" Donovan snarled.
The security beside him was poised to act the moment he even moved an inch too far out of place.
In a conference room, Emmaline, Ashton and his parents sat on one side of a long, wooden table.
On the other side, Donovan and Brian, who had been flown in specially for this, sat with their lawyers.
At the head, was Great Grandmother Wright who had insisted on coming even though they had wanted her to avoid this confrontation.
"I'm far stronger than you think I am," She had announced and then taken a seat with dignity.
Emmaline believed her.
It was Sienna she was worried about.
The older woman exuded strength in a dark fitted power suit.
Her dark hair was tied in a sleek, low ponytail and the overall look made her seem both elegant and dangerous.
