The villagers stared with wide eyes, a mixture of shock and amusement. The Thorne family's girl was fiercely protective of her mother—a surprisingly devoted daughter. Although fighting was wrong, the onlookers, especially the women, all envied Phoebe Huxley for having such a caring daughter.
Tanya Thorne sat astride Phoenix Golding, panting heavily. Fighting was exhausting, but it was a great way to let off steam. She felt much calmer now.
'Phoenix Golding's vicious scheme has failed. As long as I'm here, the Thorne family will be just fine. It's Phoenix Golding's family that's going to get what's coming to them.'
"Tanya, you must be tired."
Jim Thorne came over, wanting to hug his little sister. His eyes shone with admiration, but his heart ached for her. 'Tanya's hands must be hurting,' he thought.
