Penelope POV
"We didn't know she was your daughter."
Chloe's voice shakes as the words burst out of her.
My father does not blink. His posture is a granite wall.
"Does her bloodline change the fact that you starved her?" My father's voice drops the temperature in the room by ten degrees. "Are you telling me that her agony is my fault because I did not hand you a birth certificate?"
"That girl is a liar." Chloe points a crooked finger at me, her knuckles white. "Penelope lied to every single person in the Blue-Claw Pack."
"Yes." I step forward, the soles of my boots clicking against the marble floor. "It is entirely my fault."
Chloe blinks, her mouth hanging open.
"I chose to leave a royal palace," I say, my voice steady and dangerously flat. "I chose to scrub your floors until my h
