CHAPTER 33
ZYLIAH’S POV
His grandmother looked at him in disapproval. She'd lashed out at him before I could. And to be honest, I knew I wanted to lash out, but it didn’t feel polite to spew the words crowding my head at him—not in front of these people, especially his family.
They liked me. Respected me, even. I didn't want to embarrass myself. So I swallowed.
I swallowed back my anger and words, struggling to keep my eyes clear of tears. No, they weren't tears of sympathy. They were tears of anger.
"How can you say that, Sayge? Are you saying Zyliah hasn't done a good job raising two boys all by herself these past few years?" his grandmother snapped.
His eyes were still fixed on me, but they soon shifted to his grandmother. "I just want what's best for the boys. After all, they're
