Tara’s voice came through the line. “Got it, sis. That old witch came to yell at you again, didn’t she?”
He knew exactly what kind of person Evelyn was—always picking on the weak and terrified of the strong. He had been watching her for a while now and had a pretty good grasp of her temper.
Amanda let out a cold laugh, her voice as frosty as her gaze. “She yelled? Then I yelled right back. But no—this time she came to beg me. Beg me to spare her precious daughter.”
“Heh…” Tara snorted. “Shameless hag. She’s already starting to suspect who you really are. But with no proof, all she can do is panic. Afraid of you. Hating you. And still completely helpless.”
Amanda smiled faintly. Tara always knew how to read people.
“Tara, just stay safe,” she reminded him softly, then ended the call.
