Sierra's POV
My blood feels like it’s boiling. Aurelia. Even saying her name makes me sick. Dad actually defended her. He even let her into our house. Julian’s little fake mate.
I slam my bedroom door so hard the pictures on the wall shake. I kick a pile of books sending them flying across the room. Useless junk anyway.
I grab the closest thing — a pillow — and throw it at the wall. It bursts open feathers flying everywhere.
“That witch!” I scream pacing back and forth like a trapped animal. “She thinks she can just show up and steal everything? Everything that should be mine?”
I have to make her pay. Badly. The thought of using wolfsbane flashes through my mind — quick and cruel. A way to show her she doesn’t belong here. That she should crawl back to wherever she came from.
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