Celestia stood beside her, and added further, “You’ll always be poor. After everything you’ve done, there’s no coming back. You’ll drain us dry if we let you stay.”
Each word felt like a slap to my face. "I've no place to go," I whispered.
"You aren't understanding, Victoria." Luca paused. "We don't owe you anything. Moreover, I am done. Move out, or I’ll make you move out." His eyes were cold, the same icy blue that had once been full of brotherly affection, now filled with venom.
There was a gun in his hand. Within seconds, he pointed it at my head.
His finger hovering dangerously near the trigger. The gun glinted in the light. The sight sent a chill down my spine.
"You won't," I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if I was asking or daring him.
"Dare me."
