The room was spinning, my cheek throbbing in time with my racing heart. I touched my face, my fingers coming away warm.
"You hit me," I said, my voice trembling not with fear, but with a cold, shaking rage.
"You deserved it!" Thomas bellowed, his chest heaving. "And more! You insolent brat! After everything we did for you? We took you in! We fed you! And this is how you repay us?"
"That's enough!" Mom stood up, smoothing her skirt as if someone had just spilled a drink rather than assaulted her daughter. She looked at me with cold, annoyed eyes, obviously trying not to let their secret spill out in front of Skylar.
"Seraphina, apologize to your father right now."
I stared at her, dumbfounded. "Apologize? He just assaulted me."
"Because you provoked him!" she snapped. "Stop acting lik
