Chapter 174
- The knife glinted against Lydia’s throat. Selene’s claws twitched, but she didn’t move an inch. One wrong step and her daughter’s blood would spill.
- “Mary,” she said, “look at her. She’s just a child. This isn’t justice.”
- Mary’s jaw trembled, though her grip stayed firm. “She’s his child. His blood. The same blood that killed mine.”