The room was silent, the tension palpable. Finally, Samantha broke the stillness with a hesitant voice, "She's turmoil."
Scott's eyes narrowed, his voice laced with frustration, "Of course she is. You can't expect her to embrace this new life without hesitation. She's lived as a human, for crying out loud. You can't expect her to drink blood like it's a refreshing glass of juice."
Samantha's frustration boiled over, "I know that!" she yelled.
Scott's glare intensified, "But who do you think you are, exposing yourself to danger like that? What if she had attacked you?"
Samantha stood her ground, her voice unwavering, "But she didn't, did she?"
"Why you didn't listen to me?" He rolled his eyes.
"Excuse me, I'm listening,-"
"Stop it!" Dimitri intervened.
" But -"
"Listen up, Samantha
