Think

"What do you think you're doing, Kimberlee? Have you lost your mind?" Charles Hawk's voice was sharp, his frustration evident as he paced the length of the room where he had been brought after the kidnapping.

"Kidnapping us and dragging us here—what could possibly be going through that head of yours?" he demanded, his voice rising with every word as he glared at Kimberlee.

Kimberlee, standing firm with her arms crossed, met his anger with a calm yet chilling response. "What I'm thinking, Charles, is that if we weren't brought here, we might already be dead."

Charles stopped mid-stride and stared at her in disbelief. "Dead? That's absurd. You're being overly dramatic. Aiden would never go that far. Sure, he'd make our lives hell for a while, but he wouldn't kill us. You're exaggerating. I've already tested his limits in the past. He would be too worried about my mother to truly harm us. He's not a killer."