“Silly, silly girl,” she whispered. “My poor baby. He must’ve lied to her. Tricked her.”
My father’s expression darkened, his breathing quick and ragged.
“I hope she’s dead,” he snarled. “I hope she’s among the corpses they showed on television. That treacherous bitchdeserved it.”
I flinched.
He was furious. But this wasn’t righteous anger. This was personal.
And it wasn't the first time. He’d never liked Lacy. Hadn’t wanted her near Martha when she was in a coma. Hadn’t trusted her for a second.
And maybe that was why she’d run.
“You hate her because she’s Alaric’s daughter,” I said, coldly. “But that doesn’t justify this level of venom.”
His eyes twitched. His jaw clenched.
“She poisoned her mother,” he snapped. “That girl was working with Alaric. She did it. She helped him weak
