“You don’t get it, do you?” she shot back, her voice low but filled with fury. “I’m trying to help you. Trying to help everyone here. But you’ve been so blinded by her, by whatever it is that’s going on between you two, that you can’t see it. You’re too busy trying to defend her to even consider the possibility that she’s dangerous.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could say anything, a voice interrupted us.
“Well, well, well.” The familiar voice of my mother cut through the air like a knife. I turned around, my shoulders stiffening, as she made her way toward us.
Ellen’s face instantly changed. A smile flashed across her lips, though it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Luna Beatrice,” she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness.
Luna Beatrice took in the scene before her, he
