I followed my mother to the greenhouse.
How had it not occurred to me that the meeting would be there, where she also revealed my werewolf nature for the first time?
In the privacy of the lilies, the flowers that, according to my mother, had inspired my name, Celeste Marlowe faced my gaze, a mix of curiosity and determination.
I waited for her to speak first, but seeing she hesitated, I decided to break the silence.
"I want to know..."
"Sussan, terrible..."
We both fell silent at once, and I might have smiled at the coincidence of our intentions if her next phrase hadn't been different. But I ignored it, aware it could be one of her many tricks to divert the topic.
I overlooked the 'terrible...'
The 'terrible' thing for me was that she kept avoiding answering my questions.
"Mom."
