Summer POV
“On the bright side, you and Estelle are full-blood sisters,” Ezra said, stroking my hair.
After Mom left Marcella still didn’t let me in the house. She insisted Dad needed to rest and he wasn’t feeling well enough to argue with her. That battle wasn’t over.
I leaned on Ezra’s shoulder. “She always wanted to know who her Dad was, Ezra. He was right there the entire time. Mom saw how it affected her but she kept her mouth shut. Isn’t she evil? If that isn’t evil, then I don’t know what is.”
Ezra stroked my hair.
“I’m sorry Vixen,” he exhaled.
“Not as sorry as me. Marcella won’t let me see Dad. Can you believe that?”
“Hey, why don’t you relax? You’re still recovering from your attacks.”
“Ezra, I’m fine.”
The poisonous liquid Dimitri gave me did leave my throat burning f
