Celeste
My mother stood up, glaring at him. “I’m your mother. You don’t have the right to question me, Jace.”
“My mother is dead,” he said, his voice deadly quiet. “And you... you don’t deserve to call yourself my mother, you manipulative slut.”
“Slut?” my mother repeated. “You should call your dead mother that.”
The temperature in the room dropped.
“How dare you!” Jace lost control. He grabbed my mother by her dress. “How dare someone like you insult my mother?”
His hand wrapped around her throat.
“Let me go!” my mother screamed, but his grip only tightened.
“Jace, please!” I begged. “Let her go!”
He didn’t listen. His eyes were dark with rage as my mother’s face turned red.
“Please... don’t kill me,” she gasped, her voice barely audible.
“Jace, please!” I grabbed his arm, but
