“Do you have any idea what you’re saying?” I asked, my arms crossed.
“What do you mean?” Jake had the nerve to act oblivious, and it unnerved me to no end.
“I mean to say that you’re blaming mom for a cross that shouldn’t have been hers to bear. You’re one impossible man,” I told him in a strong voice.
“Do not speak that way to your dad, Annabelle,” mom chided me.
“I will speak to him this way because he deserves it,” I told her, shifting my gaze to her face.
Somebody ought to tell you that you ain’t all that, and you don’t get to boss mom around. I mentally added, addressing my oh-so-sweet father.
He glared at me briefly, his eyes blackening for a split-second before going back to normal.
“Do not get full of yourself just because you choked a werewolf, child!” He hissed. “
