Lizzie POV
The door to the room opens, and a wolf guard walks in with a business like, burly stance, gripping on to a figure behind him.
When he places the person down in a seat opposite me, I take them in.
Dark brown curly hair, deep brown eyes, a slight curved nose and pouted rosy red lips.. Slim, but curvy.
The look on the face of.. My mother?? Is one of anger, hatred and contempt.
I am speechless.
Fiona Jane Elizabeth Knight is sat before me..
I had dreamt so many times that she would come back to me.. That her death was nothing but a bad dream.
And now she's here..
I'm not relieved, or happy, I'm furious.. I want to slap her silly.
"Why the hell did you shoot me?" I snap, anger pulsing through my veins, "what did I do that was so bad?"
Mother.. You know what, she isn't my m
