"Yes, you are," she retorted. Emma rolled her eyes, "This has nothing to do with Natalie. I was just angry." And she still was. She would be for a while.
"You didn't have to, it's in your actions. In this form," she said gesturing to his face, "you care nothing about me. I'm easily dispensable. Just a girl who happens to have your blood." She glared, "Natalie is a million times the person this Baron will ever be!"