"I think otherwise. I think she was brave for leaving behind everything she'd ever known to raise me on her own," I say firmly, my voice steady, but my anger simmering just beneath the surface.
Veyron scoffs, an arrogant smirk pulling at his lips. "Please, it was a foolish decision. Mirelle was always the dreamer, talking about love and mates, clinging to fairytales. So naive. All I had to do was say a couple of sweet words, and she believed me—"
"Stop," I snap, cutting him off. My fists clench at my sides as my heart races with barely contained fury.
He pauses, his smirk faltering slightly. "Look, I—"
"Leave," I interrupt, my voice sharp and final. The air around us seems to still, thick with tension.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have—"
"I said leave," I repeat, my tone laced with a warning. My eyes lock onto his, daring him to continue.
