Will a mother’s wrath make her cross the line?
I didn’t want to cry. For once in my life, tears evaded me. Perhaps because I refused to grieve this loss, because it wasn’t a loss in my eyes, in my heart. It was a call for war, yes. But not a loss. I wouldn’t allow it.
Besides, I was too mad to cry, even in my exhaustion, and anger would get me much further.
As I curled my body around Sasha’s, though, I realized the anger within me had changed. I no longer felt irrational and blinding fury that dulled all other emotions. But that was okay. I really didn’t want to be Psycho Alexis. This, what I now felt in every cell of my body down to the core, was better. My anger had condensed and solidified into a cold, hard stone settling within me. Something I could control and hold onto for the long term to keep me going and focused on the goal.
Wrath.
That’s what I felt. And there was nothing worse than the wrath of a pissed-off mother.
Wrath, the fifth volume in the...
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