I didn't recognize my own voice. It was cold. My mother already went through a gruesome death in the hands of my father just for birthing me. The last thing I will allow is for her name to be tarnished by someone who doesn't even know half of her story.
Sharifa looked taken aback for a second, then her face twisted in fury. "How dare you threaten me!"
"Kiara is right," Damon said, standing up and moving to stand beside me. He placed a protective arm around my shoulders. "You've gone too far, mother. And we are leaving. Now."
He grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the door.
"Damon, you get back here this instant!" Sharifa screamed.
We ignored her. We walked out of the dining room, leaving behind the wreckage of the breakfast.
"That's it," Damon said, his jaw clenched. "We'r
