"What are you doing, Emma Laurel?"
Blood streamed down Amber's forehead instantly. Owen was worried, wiping it off for her with his hand, but the wound didn't stop bleeding.
Amber's miserable look delighted Emma, who burst into laughter.
She wiped the bloodstain from her pistol, licking it like a vampire. "Nothing. Don't you think red suits her? Isn't it pretty?"
"You..." Owen almost shouted abuse at her but was afraid to stimulate Emma, as she looked like a lunatic indeed.
Instead of bursting into tears or fearing, Amber looked at Emma in a provocation.
"Is that all you can do, Emma Laurel? What a loser!"
Her mockery hurt Emma's self-esteem. "I don't mind coloring you more."
Losing control, Emma was about to smash her pistol into Amber's face again, but Amber stopped her. She pinc
