“You’re that punk Carmichaels’ mate?” Will, my stepfather asked in a booming voice from where he stood at the threshold of the kitchen.
My mother’s sweet persona transformed immediately at that. I could sense the change for some reason. “Don’t call him that!”
“He left you!” Came his protest.
“Don’t I know that already?” She cried out, frustrated beyond comprehension.
“How could you hide this from me?” He then demanded to know. “Hell, how do you even know this much?”
“Jake is a sweet and talkative vampire,” she retorted fondly. “He told me all that awaited us. He also told me that I would never be accepted in the family since I couldn’t give him heirs. Strong ones. How mistaken were they all!”
“He left you!” He repeated angrily, obviously jealous of even the memory of my dad.
