GEORGINA'S POV.
I jerked up from the bed, my face flickered to anger. What the hell was she talking about? How could she be so wicked to think about that?
“Mother, please that is the only way I can be happy,” she pleaded.
“No,” I shouted. “Pamela, are you hearing yourself?” I snapped.
“Mother, you know this more than I do, the moon goddess won't give me another mate till he is gone.”
“She would certainly not let you get married if you kill your mate,” I eyed. “Who gave you such wide thoughts?”
“Mother,” she shouted.
“Pamela,” I shouted back. “We are taking another person's life because you want to have a life.”
“Mother, he is just a slave,” she shouted throwing the pillows to turn ground.
“And he is someone's son, someone's brother, a friend, you need to start respecting people's
