All I'd ever heard from her were insults upon insults. Everything I did was wrong in her eyes. Not once had she praised me.
I steeled myself, trying not to be affected by my grandmother's hurtful words, and failing miserably. I should've been numbed and used to them by now, but they were still like knives to my heart.
I glanced at her and said nothing.
We shared the same sapphire eyes, but the icy bitterness in hers had never once appeared in mine. She still retained a few dark streaks in her silver hair that indicated we had the same hair color as well.
Just like my mother had. The Lavien blood was strong.
But at that moment, I wished my mother wasn't anything like her mother. That the only similarities we shared with her ended with our physical attributes.
I got my answer soon enough.
