Vespera's POV
For seven years, I had imagined what I would do if I ever found my mother.
I had imagined running into her arms, demanding answers, and asking why she'd left me alone with a dead father and a lifetime of unanswered questions. I'd imagined screaming at her, refusing to forgive her, and walking away before she could hurt me again.
I hadn't imagined standing in a hidden corridor beneath the Blackthorne estate, staring at her while glass chambers lined the walls behind her.
“Mom.” I whispered again.
Seraphine took one unsteady step toward me, then stopped when she noticed Damon standing at my side.
“Vespera, you shouldn't be here.” She said.
I laughed, although nothing about the situation was remotely funny.
“That's an interesting greeting after seven years.” I said.
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