Blackfeather Woods fruit of thy womb.

Luckily, she was quick to latch onto his face, though in the same breath, he lunged for her throat. One single nick of Emma's skin and she immediately jumped back. Huh. Maybe their father wasn't a terrible teacher after all. At least he made sure that they knew how to fight, anyway. She now stood only a few feet away but her hackles lowered slightly as she spoke once again to her son.
So you aren't a complete failure. You should be proud of yourself, sweetheart. Her final words were drizzled with equal parts sarcasm and wrath, for she couldn't give two shits how Lennox saw himself. There was no love between them. It was all business.