FRANCISCA'S POV
“I don't give a damn if this place belongs to you or not, Cecilia. I want you out, right now!” I yelled in her face with my claws protruding out of my fingers. She gave me a long look, scoffed heavily and withdrew backwards.
“I really do pity you, Francisca.” She repeated solemnly, feigning concern. “But do you know who I pity the most?” she asked rhetorically and laughed when I leaned forward on the table. “I pity the opportunist you have raised, what a pathetic life she's living.”
Without thinking, I lounged myself at her but she quickly rushed out of the way and made for the door. I scraped my nails on the door when I got to it, spilling splitters of wood all over the floor. My heart was racing and anger was coursing through my veins.
“Its just a matter of time, Cis
