Lucien pulled me into his arms once they were gone so I was sitting on his laps and his breath and his breath crawled all over my ear as he whispered,
“You did well, Sophie.”
Perhaps he had seen me shaking when I said those terrible things about myself.
I had never played this kind of game, so it was strange, bitter. I had to resort to this.
“Look at me.” He said, commanded, forcing my eyes to his as he whispered. “You’re fine. You did what you had to do and nothing was your fault. They deserve whatever is coming for them.”
“I knew that. I knew they did. What I was worried about was the darkness I could now feel growing inside me. The people I had taken to be my enemy were my biological mother and sister. They were my blood. And here I was, scheming , hatching a plot to destroy their
