“Clemmie, stop,” Sera said. “Enough. This is me, remember? It doesn’t matter what your name is. I’m your family.” Clemmie stared at Sera, still bristling, eyes wide and dark. Then, predictably, she let out an exasperated growl. “I never expected to love you, you know. Jasmine. Theo. None of you. I don’t like it. I don’t appreciate the way it’s snuck up on me. When I sneak up on people, they call me a villain, but I’m supposed to believe it’s acceptable when love does it?” “Love does have a way of creeping up on you,” Sera admitted. Clemmie nodded. “Like black mould.” “And it’s just as hard to
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