Luca's pov
Just like I suspected, Amanda wasn't Cara's biological mother. No real mom would treat their daughter the way the woman treated Cara, except if they were deranged.
My muscles tightened more and more as Grigori relayed more points to this discovery, my body thrummed like live wire in my ergonomic swivel chair. Anger progressed inside me, my stepmother really put Cara through a lot. I was enraged for the poor child who had grown to hold the heavy weight of the emotional residues of her terrible childhood. It made me want to find Amanda and waterboard her for every time she hurt my woman.
This anger burst out in crackling energy, filling up every corner of my office when Grigori started speaking about some foster brothers. Amanda's sons.
“Pause, backtrack.”
Grigori scratche
