Grant POV
I should have known something was wrong, by the way Sarah was watching Juliet and me. I should have realized how unhinged she was. She was acting off, but I had put that down to the loneliness of being in the dungeon and her anxiety about the pregnancy. Naïve, now I know. Stupid as well. I guess the mate bond and the excitement of being with Juliet had made me a little thick. I listened to Sarah making her little speech with dawning horror.
“Mother open the door” I roared, sensing she was about to do something beyond anything I imagined “quickly.”
My mother’s hands shook as she frantically tried to get the door open, the key twisting in the lock. I stared as Sarah grabbed a scalpel from her bosom and then, before the door could burst open, dragged it right across her throat as
