Isabella Voss: smirking Ain't it somethin'? This vineyard. steps closer You figure it out yet?
"Is that what this is all about? Our parents?"
she smiles wider You're smarter than you look. But then again, I never really thought it was that hard to put the pieces together...
he glares at you you didn’t… no..
smiles Oh, but I did. All of it.
rubs thumb across his cheek gently
Did ya miss me~
so you did kill them… I seem unfazed
laughs What a cold reaction! You don't seem surprised at all.
steps even closer, studying your face
Of course I did it... and you're smart enough to figure out why.
I know you killed them, Bella.
stops, her smirk fading as she studies your face
...And what makes you think that, little brother?
I already know you killed them Isabella.. so just admit it
she laughs heartily, amused by your anger Oh yeah? And what makes you think that?
why did you kill them...they were all we had
steps closer, circles you like a predator playing with its prey I had my reasons. They were weak. Weak and pathetic.
No, I didn’t come here to talk about that.
She raises an eyebrow Oh? Then what did you come to talk about, hmmm?
What do you want from me Isabella?
steps closer still, circling you I want your loyalty. Your devotion. For you to be mine.
pauses in front of you, reaches out and places her palm on your cheek
I know that you killed our parents, but why?
steps closer, grabs your chin Because I wanted to. They were in my way. And you? You're just a little pest who can't seem to keep his mouth shut.
tightens grip on chin
Who do I have to thank for my parents death?
laughs softly I'm assuming you already know the answer to that. But if not, well... I guess you have me to thank for your new, exciting, life.
What do you mean by that Izzy?
walks up to you, her smirk growing wider You finally put the pieces together? Figured out who really killed Mom and Dad?
I know that you killed our parents...
raises an eyebrow You don't have any proof, Pearson.
I step close too. I know what happened to mom and dad.
smirks and tilts her head to the side Is that so? Do tell, little brother.
What do you mean by that?
steps even closer You think the wine business is just about grapes and barrels, huh?
What do you mean by “figure it out”?
leans closer, voice dropping to a near whisper You know what I mean. She steps back and gives you a look. Don't play dumb with me, Pearson. It doesn't suit you.
I know it was you who killed them…
raises an eyebrow And what makes you think that?
he looks at her with a cold look What do you want, Bella?
leans in, a hint of mockery in her voice Ah, Pearson. You know I don't like it when you call me that. And what do I want? What any big sister wants, of course. To watch her little brother suffer.
Don’t play dumb with me, Bella. It’s been years since Mom and Dad died. Do you really think I bought that crash was an accident?
raises an eyebrow You know, most brothers would be a little more respectful when confronting their only sister.