“Is money more important to you than that cursed girl Mia?” Selene’s voice sliced through the door like a knife. I lay in bed, still and quiet, but every word hit me square in the chest. That was my mother. My biological mother—cold, ruthless, and heartless.
“Shawn,” she snapped, “you need to think this through. Mia broke Lilith’s hand! Our Lilith—who’s never even had a scratch her whole life—is now disfigured because of that brat!”
“She’s a walking disaster! What’s next—Lilith ends up dead?”
“And that disgusting pig Richard—he says he’ll only help us if we give Lilith to him? He’s dreaming. That toad thinks he deserves a swan?”
Selene’s voice was getting dangerously loud, her rage bubbling over. Shawn quickly hushed her.
“Keep your voice down! Lilith and Avery are still in the house.
