Severine stilled.
Her pupils trembled violently, and her fingers dug so deeply into her palms that her nails threatened to pierce the skin.
"You... It has always been you," she murmured, tasting the bitter truth that had left her feeling utterly useless for years.
Decades had been squandered wondering why she wasn't worthy of her mother's love. Why did she have to tolerate Isabella's cutting remarks while Austin was greeted with adoring smiles wherever he went?
The answer had always been in plain sight, yet she had failed to see the culprit right in front of her.
Austin didn't seem to hear her words. His eyes were shut tightly as he endured the agonizing aftermath of her kick.
His fangs weren't just a physical trait; they were his primary weapon, his elemental tool used to channel and balance his energy.
Severine had just shattered them into useless dust, throwing his entire internal matrix into chaotic disarray.
"Fucking son of a bitch!" Severine punched him again.
