what, a month or two with your son these past few years?” With the documents in her hand, Sera stands in front of me. There’s no trace of the young woman I knew years ago; she no longer exists. “You’re a fool, Aurelia,” she spits out. “And you’re a fucking lying, conniving bitch,” I say, peering up. “No wonder Gabriel chose me.” Sera’s hand flies toward my cheek. Somehow, I catch her wrist, twist it over, and slap her face with my other hand. “Sit the fuck down, Sera,” I glare at her, pointedly. “You’re
