Not for the to begin with time, Celestine made Reece’s blood boil.
This time, it had nothing to do with the reality that she was a Half Blood. It had nothing to do with the contempt he felt for the animals who had slaughtered his parents.
It was the bad form of her life that made him angry.
His nostrils flared with wrath as he pushed absent from the work area. “Are you joking me? And your father would be affirm with that? With sending you to a few shitty man who would treat you poorly?”
“He doesn’t precisely treat us right to start with. He took us from our moms. With constrain. He never let us see them once more. We aren’t his girls. We are a product. Burdens.”
“Well, I don’t care if Sylvester closes up on the vampire chamber, you’re not going anywhere.”
She gave him a pitiful grin.
