Bernice’s POV
“Where is my Landry?!”
Cora’s voice broke through the barrier of the waiting room and it was taking everything I had not to attack her. Julia was at the edge and itching to be released. She wanted to rip Cora’s throat right out of her neck.
And I almost let her.
“He isn’t your Landry, Cora,” Jessie said, folding her arms across her chest. “And he’s resting.”
“I insist you let me in there right now. I must see him for myself,” she cried.
Tears welled up in her eyes and her bottom lip quivered; it almost seemed genuine.
“You can see him when he’s well,” Jessie said again; she wasn’t backing down. She might have allowed Cora to live in her palace for a little while, but I could tell she didn’t trust Cora.
Cora glances at me and I could see the fury flashing through
