Cecilia's laughter whipped Elara like a blade. "Obviously your dear mother had no idea who sired you and left you here to escape scandal."
"Quiet, witch!" Elara snapped back.
Ethan sneered triumphantly. "You're cast out for good now. Just another nobody my father took pity on."
Isabela tossed her silken hair, secure in her legitimacy. "At least my mother didn't abandon me on a stranger's doorstep."
Vincent cast an icy glare that silenced Isabela's cruelty. Elara stared numbly as they derided her fractured lineage, searching the maze of revelations for clues about the woman fate had made and then unmade her.
William cleared his throat gently. "What will you do now, Elara?"
