When she didn’t answer him, he lowered his chin and shot her a small smirk. “You didn’t do this on your own,” he said. “How did you find this place?” Without waiting for an answer, he drifted past her toward Emmy, who remained by the front door. He tilted her face up to look at the bruise forming on her cheek. “Looks like you found your noise in the walls,” he said. She didn’t respond, but she let him turn her face side to side to inspect the damage. I wanted to remove his head.
