Cyrille gets to her feet and as they say their goodbyes, I slip into the adjoining room and wait for them to leave. I’ve never felt like an intruder in my own house before, but I don’t want them to know I was listening in.
When Paige comes back inside, I meet her at the base of the stairs.
She stops short when she sees me. “When did you get here?”
She frowns. “Did you see that Cyrille and Ilya were here?”
She shakes her head, her lips mashing together in obvious disappointment. “You are so damn lucky and you don’t even realize it! You have a family who loves you to death. A family who loves each other. But you’re so wrapped up in your own grief and your need for revenge that you’re not focusing on what’s really important.”
“Nothing is more important than revenge,” I snarl.
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