#Chapter45
/"I killed your grandmother just as she killed my father, the same way. The same struggle./"
My mother's eyes squeeze shut, and my teeth grind against each other. My wrist yanks against the cuff, the metal searing me. /"Liar,/" I call out, regaining myself.
Victor turns to me, pressing the tip of the blade into his finger. /"Lair? You don't believe that I killed your grandmother with this very blade?/" He holds it up for me to see.
I swallow. /"I can see it on your face./"
My grandmother is too smart to be killed by such a man. I know that she is alive, I know that she made it and this brings me some hope. She was not scared when she killed his father; she was wild.