"Or these people who didn't even shed a tear when both their sisters died in agony?" Her gaze swept the room, daring anyone to deny the truth of her words.
The aunts and uncles shifted uncomfortably, their faces flushing as the weight of Esme's accusations hung in the air. But Esme wasn't finished. "Or is it these people who didn't lift a finger to help their cousin when they were alone and fighting for survival?" Her eyes now turned to the children of these very relatives—those who had stayed silent, their faces a mixture of guilt and shame. They lowered their gazes, unwilling to meet her eyes.
Esme took a step closer, her voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. "So tell me, old man, who should take the power that you so freely speak of? These people? These 'family' members?" She motioned to the silent room, the very people who had abandoned their own in times of need. "Or should I just keep it all for myself?" Her eyes glittered with a challenge, daring anyone to step forward.
