31-Bridget’s Free

Victor’s POV

“I remember a time when we were friends once. You and my mom even got along,” I say to Bridget. “What changed?”

Bridget looks at me with sadness. “I don’t remember.”

“She realized you and your mother are trash,” Lucy tells us. “Just like Marcella.”

“I get you not liking my mom,” I tell Lucy. “But really, it’s Dad you should be angry with. He accepted her. He never even offered to reject her. And when she tried to reject him, he refused.”

“Dad refused?” Bridget asks me.

“He is lying. That whore did what Marcella did. She refused, Daniel loved me,” Lucy screams. Kesly slaps her in the mouth.

“Ask her about the pink potion,” I tell Bridget.

Bridget looks at me and I see a haze. I’ve never noticed before. “Luna Kesly, look into Bridget’s eyes.”

“What am I looking for?” Kesly looks into Bridget’s eyes and realization sweeps over her face. “Bridget, tell me about your mate.”

“Havel, he is a warrior. Elite level. I rejected him on my birthday. Just like Evander and I promised ea