The Returned Luna
He huffed, “How can you be okay with her taking my mother’s place? They—“
Raven’s gaze turned cold, “What does your *mother* have to do with anything?”
Basil flinched at her tone, “What kind of question is that? She has—”
“Nothing to do with it,” Raven said. “*Nothing.*”
Basil’s face heated. Anger boiled in him and he felt his lips curling in fury, “My mother and father were—”
“A matter of convenience,” Raven picked up her drink. Her eyes were cool and assessing, unaffected. “Laurel is a matter of love. They have nothing to do with one another.”