Helanie:
They had gone silent for a solid few seconds before Norman gestured at his mother not to interrupt him when he saw her opening her mouth wide, about to yell at me.
"Why would he tie you outside?" he asked, his eyes quickly moving to Emmet to see if he knew anything. I noticed Emmet rubbing his temples as if he was trying to remember something.
But he knew. I know he knew—we had talked about it.
"He wanted me dead so that I wouldn't speak about his ugly truth," I hissed, watching his mother come at me. She pushed Norman aside—barely—so she could squeeze past him, reach me, and shove me in the back. If Emmet hadn't been quick enough to catch me, I would have landed on the ground.
"Cut this nonsense. You are trying to cause trouble between that poor boy and my son," Lady Darcy shouted, thinking that the louder she got, the more believable she would sound.
