The Saxon spirit huffed angrily. She so badly wanted to do something___, anything, just as long as it caused pain to the wicked man in front of them. When did raising children become a transaction?
Where was it written that children had to pay parents some kind of price for being raised by them? What kind of parent counted every coin they spent on their child waiting for a day to demand for this money back?
"Rosette, check my desk and bring a pen and paper. Bring some ink as well." Phoebe yelled.
While Rosette was doing that, Phoebe turned back to the Gabriels. She didn't even feel anything when she looked at them now. Aaron had successfully killed whatever lingering stubborn affection she had left for them. All of that affection was left over from her childhood, before Ruth.