She gave me that soft, dangerous look she had started giving me after the kiss, the one that made me want to make a joke and kneel at the same time.
“I do,” she said. “I’m taking notes.”
My poor heart.
Mom stopped in front of Perse and, for the first time since she had appeared on the stairs looking like a vengeful ghost in a bathrobe, softened completely.
“Hi, dear,” she said. “I’m Adeline.”
“Persefone,” my mate answered, taking her hand “everyone calls me Perse though”.
Her voice was tired but steady, and she gave Mom a small smile that made something inside me fold in half and ask for mercy.
“She’s our mate, Mom,” Thane said.
My brother had spoken maybe twelve words all night and apparently decided to spend three of them detonating our mother in the entrance hall.
Mom’s eyes wi
