#Chapter263
A striking woman with intimidating cruelty in that look that as much as I hate to admit, he has. Alexi has more of her in him than I think he wants to admit. It’s not in the looks, it’s in the manner. The way she’s poised, and even though one hand is on her child’s shoulder, a girl, there is an impersonal detachment in it. She is groomed and precise and seems like an addition to the picture, not really one of the family. She gives me the heebie-jeebies.
/"Your mum … this is her, right?/" I tap her face and motion him to look where I’m pointing, and he leans in and nods.
/"Yeah. That’s her./" He doesn’t sound impressed.
/"She seems a little sterile. Even in a picture./"
