“I need to talk to you about who my mother was,” I said to them all, even though my eyes were staring at Chester. He was the one who was in charge of everything after all, and he’d be the one to have the final say. He chuckled, picking up his napkin as he patted his already dry thin lips, a calculating look in his eyes. He was curious, but hesitant as well, I could tell. He wasn’t sure what I was going to say. He was worried that I’d be revealing something big, something life-changing, but at the same time, he wasn’t sure. He was thrown, and he knew it, so he hesitated to save face.
“Really, princess, why do we need to talk about your human mother?” he asked, picking up his eating utensils, and daintily poking a piece of meat with it. He was already trying to dismiss me, to make
