"I know," ignoring the glare that Inez shot her way, her mother patted her on the shoulders and stated, "But rebellious kids like you need some stern talk. Unless your weak pulse is pinched, kids like you just won't listen."
Inez sucked in a cold breath. She tried to ease the subtle burn in her chest but nothing eased the anger after listening to the cold and heart-chilling words of her mother. That was all she was and would be in the eyes of her mother—a rebellious kid who didn't know anything better.
Just because she had the blood of a siren in her veins, her mother had determined that she was a lost cause and there was nothing that she could do about it.
Her words were hurtful but not enough to make Inez lose her calm. She pursed her lips and spat, "Fine."
