Chapter 21: SilkeDang. Quite the change from Lauren’s usual nurturing mother mode. Silke suppressed a grin at the shock on Kayla’s face and bent to retrieve the now clean plate off the floor with an eager Butterscotch standing at attention, his eyes following her every move. “Would you like a new plate, dear, or are you done eating?”
Kayla turned a bright shade of red. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before I apologize to that, that, ooh!” She slid her chair back and grabbed her crutches, nearly knocking over the wine bottle that wobbled precariously. She glared at Silke, then Lauren. “I’ll be in my room when you decide to act like my mother again and not some s*x-crazed slut. Merry Christmas.”
Her departure would’ve been more dramatic if she didn’t have to hobble, but it was still enough t
