“Everything must be approved by the Hex, Mrs. Elias,” he responds, like he hasn’t listened to a damn word she’s said, and it stokes the fire of anger inside me, making it flare again. “Please, you're full of shit, Zellus,” my dad gripes, stepping up to my mother and wrapping an arm around her shoulders sweetly. “Always have been, always will be,” he continues with a shrug of his own. “You want them to do your bidding, just like you manipulated someone else’s parents, forcing their hand to aid in whatever it is you have planned for Rhea. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
