Providing Proof.

Amara wasn’t being disrespectful, Elvis knew this. He also knew that if not called for, Amara would never raise her hand against an elderly person. She was too kind for such things, which was why, he backed down. Satisfied with his reaction, Amara turned her attention back to the female who was glaring at her from the floor, a hand to her now bleeding lip. “I’d ask you one question,” Amara began, taking several steps towards Christina, staring down at her like a predator would at its prey. Christina couldn’t help but feel intimidated at this. She knew, from the way Amara’s gaze was fixed on her, that the younger female knew something, if not everything about the soup. Damn it! She cursed. That wasn’t meant to happen. Things were meant to go smoothly, ending with Elijah lying on a death bed and Amara, too broken and afraid to retaliate, or at least, the situation being the other way around. But things had completely gone haywire and none of that happened. Now, Christina felt like she wa