Vespera's POV
“I won't stop you if that's what you decide. But don't pretend you're leaving because you don't care what happens to us.” Damon said, his gray eyes fixed on mine.
“You always have to make everything difficult, don't you?” I asked.
“It's one of my more attractive qualities.” He said.
“I'm still waiting to discover those.” I said.
“Keep looking. I'm a complicated man.” He said.
I almost smiled, but before I could answer, my phone vibrated.
A photograph appeared on the screen, and the cigarette slipped from my fingers.
My mother stood outside the Blackthorne packhouse gates, her dark hair streaked with silver and her familiar eyes staring directly at the camera. Seven years had passed since I'd last seen Seraphine Vale, but I would have recognized her anywhere.
Beneath
