The Birthmark

"Who are you?" he demanded, his voice rough with barely contained frustration, but his eyes remained locked on Isabelle's face.

Isabelle met his gaze steadily, but there was no fear in her expression. She didn't answer immediately, her lips pressed into a tight line. Her silence only seemed to irritate Emeric more.

"Don't make me repeat myself"

"My name is Isabelle Slade," she said, her voice unwavering.

Emeric's lips curled into a sneer, his eyes narrowing. "Anyone who bears that surname is my enemy. Do you have any idea what your family has done?"

"No," Isabelle replied sharply. "But maybe you should enlighten me instead of making vague threats."

Emeric's expression darkened. He took a step closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over her. "It's not your business," he growled. "But know this—I'll make Logan pay for everything. Starting with her." He pointed at Evelyn.