Ella took the look to mean that Vaughn did not have the money, and her sister's response made her even more agitated. She did not heed the warning to keep her voice down, and the vines climbed up the staircase to the roof, as if they knew that it was the best option for her well-being.
"Sissy, he thinks you have the money, and he's scared. We have to make him understand that you don't. Daniel cares about the girl who might die; she's close to him, I believe. We need to help." She gave her sister a stern look. "Burning the building down isn't an option," she said, then her expression softened. "I know you love Daniel, and I know Shane hurt him," God did she know. She saw those scars every day, and she shuddered when she saw how close they were to his heart. She knew what the man she'd almost trusted had done, but that didn't mean an innocent girl should die for it. "But that isn't the girl's fault, Sissy,"
She reached out a hand toward her sister's shoulder, and she touched her gently. It was a slight thing, the touch, and even that was tremulous. "Hurting him isn't going to make you feel better; revenge never, ever does," she said softly.