[Xanthea] “You threw away all the food just because I ate a freaking blueberry. As though I was contaminated, untouchable. You punished me just because I entered this dining hall. Favorite food? I have hated pancakes and blueberries ever since! I don’t even know why! They feel like shards of glass
A swift wind gushed past me, followed by Nathalia’s shrill scream that pierced through the roof. “MOM!” Meesa widened her eyes. “No, Lia! Let go of her! Mercy, my lord. Mercy! Please!” she said, falling to her knees. “She doesn’t know what she is saying. Please forgive her! She is just a kid.” “M
[Xanthea] “Doctor! Call the doctor!” Meesa howled. “My baby! My Lia! Lia! Sweety! Respond to mamma! Baby!” Taking a knife from the table, I walked closer to Nathalia. “What do you want?” Meesa looked at the knife in my hand, hugging Nathalia protectively. Nathalia was partially unconscious, her
Meesa paused for a while, probably peering at the fruits rolling across the dining table, then she continued. “Your mother started this tradition of hurting and healing. On one hand, she had an affair with my husband and on the other she helped me bear children with her unusual medicines. Pain and
I looked at her, confused. “That’s the name of the person whose identity your mother stole. Freya Plath is not your mother. And identity theft is the worst of the worst crimes. Where does your mother stand on your moral compass now? No one knows where she came from. No one knows her name. No one kn
[Asher Xipher] “You don’t even come close to the dirt they walk on. Ezra. Asher. Raven. They are my husbands. They are my demon lords! And they are never going down!” A small smirk played across Raven’s lips as he peered at Xanthea on his phone screen. I arrived at the Aile castle a few minutes a
Narrowing my eyes, I stared at Atticus. “There’s still time, Atticus. Choose your sides wisely,” Ezra said. “No soul suffers in vain. For some, it’s forging for the future and for some, it’s karma for their past. And you must never pity the latter because their suffering is punishment for their own
“She’s just drunk,” Ezra said. Raven knit his brows, analyzing Xanthea closely. Ezra pulled over outside a graveyard. When Ezra said he was taking her to the Virgo pack, I knew exactly where their excursion might end — her mother’s grave. Ezra draped his coat around her shoulders and back. In the