His First Lady
I say in warning.
“It’s your Mom’s fault,” Garnar says, his soft tone suddenly vicious and cruel. “She hates me, and she wants to keep you away from me.”
Iris and Violet turn their doe eyes on me.
“It’s not like that,” I’m quick to say. “Garnar, stop.”
“She’s hates our family,” Garnar continues.
“Garnar!” I say louder, trying to stop him. Realizing he won’t stop, I turn to the girls. “Go upstairs and get your pajamas on, girls.”