LORELAI

“Lorelai. I was hoping you would arrive. Just in time to see me slaughter your new family.” My father smirked, and I closed my fists, anger coiling through me.

“They’re more of a family to me than you ever were.”

“But they are not blood.”

“That doesn’t matter,” I bit back, but my father just snickered.

“Naive little winter born, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he said patronizingly, and I pursed my lips, my eyes narrowing on him.

He was such an arrogant prick. I was glad I hadn’t known him growing up. If I had, maybe I would be on the other side of this war.

But my mother’s influence...