FIA
He stepped aside slowly. Reluctantly. But he didn't go far.
Mother stood three feet away. Her makeup was still perfect despite everything that had just happened. Not a hair out of place. She looked like she'd just stepped out of a portrait instead of a bathroom where her daughter had tried to kill me.
"It must feel good." Her voice was soft. Almost conversational. "To do that to your father. Hurt his pride. Make him kneel before his peers. Make our pack seem even smaller and insignificant than it already is."
The words hit me wrong and twisted in my gut. But I had no empathy left. I was on a different kind of high.
"Did it feel good when you did it to me?" My voice came out steadier than I expected.
Her expression didn't change.
"And I didn't do such a thing to Father." I pressed my hand harder against the bandage at my throat. "He had the option to let Hazel pay for her crimes. Like he did with the crimes you and your daughter thrust upon me. I paid for them."
