I stood outside the dungeon. I wasn’t trying to spy, not really. But that door had Alice on one side and my daughter on the other.
And I didn't trust Alice as far as I could throw her. Isabella is only five years old. She’s tiny, and her heart is the size of a planet, and she believes everything grown-ups tell her specifically if it's her mother.
Alice knew just how to twist the truth after all she created misunderstandings between me and Astor for years.
My wolf could pick up on everything that was said.
“...and you must be a good girl, Bella,” I heard Alice say, her voice sounding sickly sweet—too sweet for my liking. “Mommy loves you and l miss you very much.”
My stomach knotted up. Mommy. She doesn't get to be mommy.
Isabella’s little voice piped up, sounding serious. “But why di
