Lynne's POV:
"Clara, I'll say it again, apologize to Lynne," Aaron’s cold command cut through the tense air.
Clara remained curled up on the sofa, head hanging motionless. She knew Aaron's manners, and she bet this man wouldn't be rough with her.
She was right. Aaron didn’t raise a hand, but he turned to his assistant, his voice flat. “Make her kneel and apologize to Lynne. Then make sure she slaps herself five times. If she refuses, cut off two of her fingers. I’ve never claimed to be a saint.”
His words were so matter-of-fact that Clara froze in terror. The assistant grabbed her wrist and yanked her to the ground, forcing her to kneel at my feet.
"Do as Mr. Scott says, or you'll lose your fingers," the assistant repeated Aaron's words.
Clara lifted her tear-stained face, fearfully
