VINCENT'S POV

My mother pulled her hand away from mine, her eyes on Lyra as she was some sort of prey. I knew what she was after. She didn't like seeing anyone get close to me, she was possessive and obsessed about me.

If it was in the past, I would have condoned her but not now.

"How did you find my address? Are you stalking me?" I asked staring at her.

" I'm your mother. Don't tell me you are yelling at me because of this sl*t you are having fun with." She started.

Lyra slid off the bed. " I'm leaving."

Her jaw clenched as she walked around...