"He'd just lost his son, Anna. There's no coming back from that." His gaze darkened a little as he took her in, lip curling only slightly in distaste. "And you forget who I am. I could send you all back, should I have the want to. Just with a snap of my fingers, now." He brought his hand up, as if it were a threat, only to drop it back to his side.
"I don't care who I'm hurting." His tone left no room for anything else, no misinterpretation. "And I don't have to explain myself to you." He growled. She might not get angry, but he could. How dare she question him? Question his whims? Question everything he did, rather than take them for what they were.
"This is the last time Anna, so I do hope you have better questions than those."