ion.
"No, you're not!" Daphne shouted from the
parlor doorway the moment I stepped into the
entryway. "You're marching yourself right in here
first." She stood there, her arm extended, pointing to
the room. Her voice was cold, commanding. Edgar
quickly moved away and retreated through the door
that would take him through the dining room and into the kitchen, where I was sure he would make a report
to Nina.
I took a few steps toward Daphne. She kept her
arm out, her finger toward the parlor.
"How dare you try to tell me what to do and
what not to do after what you've done," I charged,
walking toward her slowly, my head high.
"I did what I thought was necessary to protect
this family," she replied coldly, lowering her arm
slowly.
"No, you didn't. You did what you thought was
necessary to get rid of me, to keep me away from my
father," I accused, meeting her furious gaze with a
furious gaze of my own. She faltered a bit at my
aggressive stance, her eyes shifting. "You're jealous of
his love for me. You've been jealous ever since I
arrived and you hate me because I remind you that he
was once more in love with someone else."
"That's ridiculous. That's just another ridiculous
Cajun--"
"Stop it!" I shouted. "Stop talking about the
Cajun people like that. You know the truth; you know
I wasn't kidnapped and sold to any Cajun family. You