The electricity around her grew in intensity, her voice transmuted deeper, and with each step she ignited a stair into flame. “It isn’t?! It’s very clear to me now what that whore means to you! She’s the reason why you didn’t bother to find me, isn’t it?”
“It’s not like that,” Iggy shook his head. “I swear, it’s not. I could never replace you, Emi. Never. You’re the one and only one for me. We didn’t have a choice. There were drugs, and Aster and Lot. They had us here as slaves!” Iggy gestured toward the trunk. “Please. I need your help, now. I need someone to help me protect her. I can’t take back what I’ve done.”
Emi's power lessened. Her body settled. The electricity reabsorbed itself, and she stood staring at him scornfully. As the house flooded with smoke and fire, Emi shouted, “fine! But, I’m still angry!” She marched to the trunk and rolled inside, shoving Becca far into the corner.
“Where…?” Becca dared to say.