NOVARIA’S POV
I couldn’t believe the words that had come out of my mother’s mouth.
The same woman who never bothered to call when I disappeared… the same woman who never searched for me… was now standing there judging Sylvester as though she had every right to.
The smell of cigarette smoke filled the room while the dim yellow light above her head flickered lazily. Her wine glass dangled between her fingers, her expression cold and bitter.
I wanted to yell back at her. I wanted to ask her why she hated me so much. But no matter how cruel Morgana was… she was still my mother.
And that alone was enough to keep my mouth shut.
Still, hearing her insult Sylvester after everything he had done for me made something ache violently inside my chest. I just couldn't stand there and watch Sylves
