CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY SEVEN
“What did you put in that?” I grab Livie’s wrist, uncaring of her howl of pain, my eyes narrowed in fury.
“Nothing!” She shrieks, trying to pull away from me but I don’t let her, dragging her down the steps and throwing her plump figure into the courtyard.
She lets out a scream and scrambles back, “You crazy bitch! How dar-“
I can feel the doors opening and feet rushing out towards the courtyard. But I ignore them.
“What,” I begin dangerously, “did you put in my child’s milk?”
I see a panicked look on her face, “N-Nothing! W-Why would I put anything-“
“I saw you!” I roar.
“What is going on?” Lucas storms over, his hand around Carmine’s, and for once, I don’t even feel a stab of pain at the sight. Nothing comes before my child.
“Get out of here, Lucas,” I say, coldly. “This has nothing to do with you.”
He grabs my wrist, hissing, “Considering you’re standing here making a scene, I think it is.”