CHARLES’S POV:
“No, Pearl!” I lash out, but there is nothing I can do.
Pearl charges forward and with the palm of her hands, she whips an orb and warns, “Put Pita down right now!”
Each word trembles on her breath, not from fear but from a pure rage while she stares down the soulless eyes of her birthright mother. Next to Pearl with her chest poking out, Destiny holds a distinct scent against her skin that I know oh too well. Revenge.
She wants revenge for Sabraila having her claws digging so deeply into the depths of her only living blood loved one she has left on this earth, her brother. Two women side by side, one filled with rage and one filled with revenge. I would pity Sabraila, but she did this to herself, so f**k her.
Tilting her head back, Sabraila laughs at the sight of us
