Lilith pov

She was furious.

Really, truly furious.

Theila, standing in front of me, her eyes brimming with tears, her voice trembling with each shaky breath, stared at me as I sat frozen, wide-eyed and trembling, my cheek still stinging from her slap. My breaths came slow, uneven, and I could barely comprehend it.

Theila had slapped me.

It was the first time she had ever been angry enough to hit me.

Like I said, she had always been like family. Back when Father was alive and Mother hadn’t drunk wolfsbane, she used to visit often, especially when she had breaks. With no family of her own, she had practically...