But Vaughn wasn't angry. That was always the problem, wasn't it? Ella assumed too much and let it get the best of her. One harsh word from Vaughn and her sister was cowering back down the stairs. The vines snapped, brought to life by the jumper cables of Vaughn's stern tone. She stilled, watching her sister.. the complete mess she'd become. It was no exaggeration, she did not recognize Ella in this whimpering, wounded girl. Vaughn wasn't accustomed to trauma, aside from her own, or tiptoeing around the weaker creatures. She didn't confront Ella, and she didn't corner her. Indeed, her expression was soft and hesitant.. until Shane was mentioned.
".. He.. what?" Her eyes tightened, betrayed, before she hissed to keep from shouting, "You're making deals with that dog now?!"