Elizabeth's POV
I had arranged for Amy to join me in the dungeon. Xavier had ordered the guards to bring Lana to the integration room. She was cuffed to the bar of the table, preventing her from making any sudden moves or trying anything.
Her red hair was wild on her head, and dust marks colored her face. She looked tired and irritated.
"So, my son has finally decided to visit his poor old mother in jail?" Lana's voice sounded pitchy. Was she scared?
"You call me your son, but you have never raised me!" He shot back.
"I gave birth to you!" She snarled.
"That doesn’t give you the right to claim that you are my mother. Nana raised me! She is more of a mother to me than you ever will be!"
She snorted at his statement.
"Did you ever think that I had a choice or any say in your being
