"My uncle, his wife, Gorden and the head servant." Abby said, anger flashing through her eyes remembering all that she had gone through.
"Tell me about your uncle. How was your life staying with them?"
A snort escaped her, a sound far from the delicate comportment expected of a lady. Yet, in that moment, she discarded such concerns and answered candidly,
"I don't know how I'm related to those people. They're pure evil! I have been treated like a princess all of my life and suddenly—-everything had changed. They treated me like a servant—-no-no they treated the servants even better."
Abby stretched out her hand to him, "See? My auntie burnt me with coffee because it tasted awful. Was it my fault she had an awful taste bud?"
Remo grabbed her hand, his eyes darkening as he looked at the scar against her pale skin.
