Hours after the incident, once the others had left and Charlotte and Liam had cleaned up the mess from dinner, Liam was lying in bed with Charlotte, drawing lazy circles on her shoulder when he brought up what had happened with his mother.
“I’ve never seen my mom like that before,” he whispered.
“She was kind of…scary,” Charlotte admitted. “Do you think your dad tells her stuff about the Council?” she asked, lifting her head from his chest to look down at him.
“Not anymore, but maybe he used to,” Liam said. His parents barely seemed to tolerate each other anymore, but maybe that wasn’t always the case. “I need to talk to her and find out what she knows.”
“Can I ask why your mom hasn’t left him?” Charlotte asked quietly. “I know they’re mates, but…”
“I used to think she was staying
