ODESSA'S POV

"What is wrong with you?" I screamed at Mira the moment we were alone. And by "we", I meant Mira, Raymond, and me. My voice cracked with pure rage, my chest heaving, my hands shaking so badly I had to clench them into fists.

"What's wrong with you?" Mira exploded back.

"You completely ruined the ball with that stupid stunt you pulled!" Anger burned like fire in my throat. My pulse was racing, and my breath was short and sharp.

"Oh, yes, Mother." Once again, she spat that word like ...