Maya stood perfectly still. The terrified, broken bird who had collapsed on my porch was gone. In her place stood a mother who had realized the depths of her own power.
She looked down at the man she had loved, the man who was supposed to protect her and their unborn child. She didn’t shed a single tear. She slowly raised her hand and placed it protectively over her stomach.
“You let her kick me, Marcus,” Maya said, her voice eerily calm and absolute. “Enjoy your cell.”
As the troopers began dragging Marcus and the screaming Celeste toward the front doors, Eleanor Vanguard lunged toward me. Her aristocratic composure was entirely annihilated. She was weeping, her makeup running in dark streaks down her face.
“Evelyn, please!” Eleanor begged, grabbing my coat. “They’re just kids! They made a mistake! You’re destroying our family! Have some mercy!”
I looked at the woman who had raised the monsters currently being shoved into the back of police cruisers. I felt no pity. I felt pure, unadulterated ice.
