The girl hesitated, her mouth twisting as she rubbed her bruised shoulder.

“You don’t know what you’re getting into,” she hissed.

"My parents died in that house. And I don't care how long it takes me, but I will do all it takes to find their killer!" Emilia took another step forward, anger flaring hot and bright within her. “Now, tell me what you know, or I swear, I’ll make you regret it.”

The redhead’s lips curled into a sly smile, a mocking glint in her eyes. “Oh, Emilia, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. Poking around where you don’t belong… it’s a quick way to get yourself...