Emmaline is Freed?

“He is someone special." I told Shawn smugly and I watched his face contort in fear and anger and hate.

He dropped his fork on the plate, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stared at me.

I dropped my eyes down to my plate, trying my best to avoid his hard glare. As a distraction, I used my fork to play with my pasta.

“What did you say?." I heard his deep voice ask.

My head was throbbing painfully hard and all I could think of was how I could dig my fork into Shawn's chest in a way he would not survive.

“Answer me!." He yelled slamming his hand on the table, I trembled in sudden shock, I was not expecting him to make so much noise.

I looked Shawn in the eye, his nostrils were flared, his skin red, veins were popping from his neck in restrained anger.

I smiled, words merely had any effect on Shawn but I was very glad that this particular one did.

“Robert is more Man than you'll ever be." I told him, holding his gaze, I was scared but I just needed to get the eight words out