The look on Amelia's face was serious, her eyes glinting with a hard, calculating light. She had leverage over Smith, and she knew it. She had given him her body, and now she would use that to manipulate him to her advantage.

“Just like you did ask me to kill Emily? My own blood?” He retreated back and Amelia nodded pouting her lips.

“Don’t tell me you won’t help me…”She wanted to know if he still loved her as he claimed.

“Why not? I’d die for you. I just ...