Emre:
I watched her eyes roll back in her head before she blacked out. But I knew she wasn’t dead yet. Monsters like her don’t die that easily. She was lying helpless beneath me.
To think we gave her so much, and this is how she repaid us, broke me. My mother had loved her dearly. So much that she cared more about Abigail’s happiness than mine. She was forcing me to kill my happiness just so that Abigail could be happy. My mother had been so sure Abigail was the best mate for me, and that Genevieve was the wrong choice.
I wondered how hurt she must have been when she found out the truth. I wish she were alive to hear it from Abigail herself. To know that we lost our father because of her. If she hadn’t shut the door that day, we might have escaped into the forest.
But Abigail was selfi
