“What?” I breathed.
Her smile deepened, delighted by my shock.
“Their little boy,” she said. “Born with one of the most powerful beasts to ever exist—a Lycan. A beast powerful, indestructible. A blessing most would kill for.”
She clicked her tongue.
“But I made him unable to control it.”
My mind spun.
I couldn’t breathe.
“I made his beast his own enemy,” she sang lightly. “His own curse.”
The words hit me so hard I felt dizzy.
Maximus.
She was talking about Maximus.
My Maximus.
My chest tightened painfully.
“T–that means…” I stuttered, barely able to speak. “You’re the reason Maximus thought he was cursed?”
“Mm-hmm.” She sounded pleased. “You get that now. Smart girl.”
Her laugh echoed—sharp, cold, cruel.
“And that’s not all I did,” she added. “Not even close. I have a long
