At this moment, I was guessing who she was.
The woman in front of me lifted her head high. Then, she raised her hand and slapped me across the face.
"Have you gone mad, Makenna? Come at me if you have things to deal with."
Owen dragged me behind him. He held my hand. His tone was harsh.
I was a little in shock by that slap in the face.
I hadn't figured out our relationship until Owen called her name.
"Makenna Barton?" I walked to the front of Owen.
Thinking about her words and thinking of what people had told me of my mother, I merely felt irony.
"Your mother deserved to die. She did it to herself." I smiled at her and pressed the tip of my tongue to the roof of my mouth. "Next time, speak nicely. I don't have a very good temper. I used to be a coward, letting you and her both beli
