Toxic & Tainted: The Billionaire's Cursed Obsession
I sit, which I did not intend to do, and she takes the chair across from me, and the grimoire is on the coffee table between us, which she must have brought from her bag, and the city is doing its evening thing outside the windows, and my mother looks at me with the expression of someone who has rehearsed this conversation for twenty-three years and is now finding that the rehearsed version is insufficient.
"The Sterling curse," she says. "The Lover's Ruin. It activated the morning of your inheritance. I watched it happen from New Orleans. I felt it snap into place."
"You felt it," I say.
"I cast it," she says, without flinching. "I know what it feels like. I have been feeling it since the n
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