“Mother,” I begin, exchanging another glance with Brom. “I hardly think this is appropriate, given the circumstances. He just got back.” From where? “And we haven’t seen each other in four years. A lot can change.” “Nothing changes,” Leona says, her voice going low, her cold eyes bouncing between Brom and me. “Some things are meant to be. You were destined to be with each other from the day you were born.”
I feel like this entire book I’ve been thinking about “I don’t like this one bit”
