My girl's body was trembling in my arms as she spun in a slow circle to greet her mother. The woman who paid a monster ten million dollars to take her daughter off her hands. Searing rage and hate swamped through my mind.
Willow pulled my arms tighter around her. She huddled against me. "What do you want, Beverly?"
Beverly jerked as if the words were gunshots. "You know I hate it when you call me that. What are you doing here?" Her voice changed from soft inquisition to hard and impersonal in a matter of seconds.
"Why does it even matter to you?" Willow asked. "You paid Ethan ten million dollars to take me off your hands. I can't imagine you're overly concerned with my well-being." I felt Willow lock her knees and stiffen against me.
Beverly stalked forward, her dark blonde hair a s
