(Author's POV)
Nora was bawling her eyes out, "Brother Alaric, please, I beg of you. Don't say anything rash. I will handle it on my own." He was making the situation worse by spouting venomous words.
Alaric, though reluctant, shut his mouth at his sister's disheveled pleading, as he clenched his jaw tightly. In his mind, Nora was blinded by her so called friend.
But Myra was not in the mood to settle down and give in. Alaric words had inflamed her fury even more.
She was exasperated; this sibling tirade was getting on her nerves. Defiantly, she matched Alaric's daggering glare, although she was nowhere near his gigantic physique. But she held her ground well with her head held high, she spitefully verbalized, "You all are so alike, true sibling bond, ahhhh. You are just like your brothers, Nora. Each and every single person living in this mansion is nothing but ruthless and raging beasts wearing human skin."
