Chapter 112 Every Second

• “No!” The word rips from my throat before I even realize I’ve leapt to my feet. The chair scrapes harshly against the floor as my glare locks on my mother. I know that look in her eyes—the one that tells me whatever she’s planning, it isn’t good.
• Her brows arch, feigning surprise. “No? No what, child?”
• “No, Mother.” My voice trembles with irritation. “You are not doing whatever it is that’s brewing in your head.”