As I made my way toward my parents’ penthouse, I couldn’t help but wonder what Caleb wanted to do. I could only assume that something was a surprise.
The werewolves were dear to Mona, but if one was proven to be a killer I was sure that even she would agree that he ought to be expelled.Will Benjamin be thrown out for murdering Yasmine then?
My eyes shot toward the thirty-something brunette to my left, dressed in black. Angelica, Yasmine’s aunt.My voice caught in my throat. Several awkward moments of silence passed before I found my voice again.Angelica, the incident with Yasmine was a tragic accident, I said, fighting to keep my voice steady. As you know, Benjamin had just come to after being turned and Yasmine showed up right on his doorstep—
So you blame Yasmine?I stared at her, horrified at the way she was twisting my words. That’s not what I said. I said that it was an accident. Yasmine was excited to see my son, who was not in control of himself. The deaths of Caroline and Thomas, and now Lucinda and Izmael, are clearly in a league of their own. They were no accident. They were cold-blooded murders.
So if Ben was indeed found to be responsible for Caroline, Thomas, Lucinda and Izmael’s deaths, you would classify him as a cold-blooded murderer? Angelica shot back. She looked around at the crowd. Remember our queen’s words, people. We have this from her own mouth.
My son did not kill them, I said through gritted teeth.What’s the problem, then?
Avery. He reached for his shirt on the floor. I’m . . . waiting.Obviously, I said. Waiting for what?
For the right girl, he said, sitting up.So he did think I was some kind of whore. A sexy whore, at that.