The panic that flashed in her eyes was completely real. For a moment, the fact that she was just an eighteen-year-old playing a very grown up game became obscenely evident, even through the haze of sedatives.
"What do you want from me?" she asked directly, voice cracking only a little. "Might as well spit it out, honey, since it's clear you got the upper hand right now. I ain't gonna let you hurt Rose like that; she can't take it like I can."