"Do not play dumb with me. I said change your clothes."
Elena rose slowly, her senses on high alert. "Who's out there?" she demanded, her nerves jangling with apprehension.
"You will find out soon enough," Laura retorted sharply, her words laden with a chilling promise, "But first, put on a f*****g decent outfit and come downstairs with me."
Elena stood up, the papers she had been jotting down tumbling from her lap. "I am not going anywhere," she declared, crossing her arms defiantly.
"Yes, you are," Laura asserted, her voice unwavering.
"You will have to kill me and drag my dead body then," Elena stood firm, her resolve unyielding. If the Donovan family wanted to play hardball, she was prepared to do the same.
"I do not need to kill you, just remind you why we're here,
