Lilith pov

She was furious.

Really, truly furious.

Theila, standing in front of me, her eyes brimming with tears, her voice trembling with each shaky breath, stared at me as I sat frozen, wide-eyed and trembling, my cheek still stinging from her slap. My breaths came slow, uneven, and I could barely comprehend it.

Theila had slapped me.

It was the first time she had ever been angry enough to hit me.

Like I said, she had always been like family. Back when Father was alive and ...