Fourty Four : It Doesn't Matter

I don't want you to be hurt by my son.

Before me Zwetta Miller's features were still soft, and considerate. There was no expression of contempt there, no expression of cruelty and warning like a mother who wants a woman to stay away from her son.

There is only gentle attention. Like she's trying to keep me away from her son.

"I don't understand."

Zwetta smiled smugly. "I know that." She took a breath, leaning back. "Rhysand and I had quite a conflict." She swallowed hard, her eyes filled with deep sadness. "He... hates me."

I've heard this from Jordan.

"And that's why I always watch him from afar. Even though I live in Barcelona, ​​I always know what he's doing, and who he meets, which women accompany him." Rhysand del Millero's mother sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. "I can tell what he's been up to, the one thing he's been so focused on lately." Her amber eyes that were so beautiful like her son's looked at me. "You, Amanda."

I held my breath.

"He's so obsessed with you."

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