Ryder's POV
I looked at Courtney with annoyance and backed away from her in disgust. I didn't want to be anywhere near her anymore or listen to any more of her rubbish. I feared she might be telling the truth, but I didn't know how to accept that. How even does one react to this? My mother, who I had mourned for a little over ten years, was alive all this while?
"It's late," Blaze said, breaking the tense silence. I looked at the wristwatch on my left hand, and it was indeed late. It was almost midnight.
"Let's get out of here; we'll deal with this tomorrow," I said offhandedly, dropped off the bottle of herbs and began to wash off Courtney's nasty blood from my fingers. Skyla would be awake any moment now. I would hate it if she had to wake up in an empty room after all she had been th
