Ionora's POV :
I stood frozen, just staring at the woman who had birthed me and who had been suffering alone all these years in the hands of the spawns of Satan. Yes, I just called my 'dad' and his mate the spawns of Satan.
"Ionora? "
Zayden broke me off my staring, distracting me from my long lost mother. How the hell did he recognize me? Did I not stink enough?
"I don't know who the f**k that is but quit talking before I stab you. " I snap rudely. Well, I hoped it came off as rude since my insides were turning to mush. This was not good.
Zayden rolled his eyes like I just told him the earth was flat. "I know it's you Ionora. You might stink but you smell the same to me. "
Did he just-
That asshole.
"Well, too bad you recognized me because I would've loved to stab you. " I growl.
