Chapter 115

Grandmother.

Lilian De Santus.

"How dare you?!" Oliver held her bleeding cheeks in her hands, staring at me with pure hatred in her eyes.

"You should be lucky that I'm the one warning you." I said to her in a singsong voice. "You know that Daemon would snap your head off without thinking if I let him, right?"

"Oh, you think you can control him and what he does now?" She snarled, her eyes shining.

"Should we bet?" I cocked my head to the side. "I can call him now if you want, and we could test that theory. I hear wilder is not around, by the way....