EMBER’S POV
In that moment, I almost murder her.
Matricide.
My claws are already out in a blink, moving to s***h right through her neck, when Knox’s firm arms band like iron around my waist, hauling me violently backward away from the despicable piece of s**t.
“Breathe, baby,” Knox rasps into my ear, his solid chest expanding against my back as he holds me flush against him. “We can’t kill her yet. Not without getting your answers first.” He presses a hot, rough kiss into my hair, his golden eyes locked purely on my mother. “The second she talks, I promise I will hand you the pleasure myself.”
“Devika,” Silas growls. “Watch your filthy mouth in front of the girl.” He drags a huge hand down his scarred face and shakes his head slowly, and when he speaks again it’s almost to himself, we
