Gerald's eyes blazed in fury as he banged his hands dangerously on the table, separating them from each other. “I rather remain in this hole than be at your mercy or listen to your petty orders! You can't make me do your bidding!” He growled at her.

“Tsk, tsk!” Aunt Elsie twitched her nose in disappointment, unmoved by his rage or threats. “Then what would happen to Ciara? I told you; that your reaction and obedience will determine Ciara's fate, didn't I?”

“What are you going to do to Ciara?” Gerald demanded, his heart beating against his rib cage. He couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to her. “Tell...