I wouldâve told you everything.â
Lidia looked up at me, her face a bottomless pit of grief. âI didnât want to believe it was true. It was easier to think it wasnât . . .â
âYeah, easier for you.â My legs felt so rubbery, I was in danger of collapsing on the rug. âMy whole life, youâve overprotected me. God, you wouldnât even let me go to Paris on a school trip. And the one time when it wouldâve been really great to have you be overly involved, you stepped back.â
Lidia hunched over and buried her face in her hands. Her shoulders shook with the force of her crying. I stood in the center of the rug, my chest heaving with every emotion that coursed through me. The only other time Iâd seen her cry like this was when my dad had died. That time, we had curled up together, comforting each otherâs grief. This time, I couldnât stand the thought of touching her. âDid Dad really die of a heart attack?â I asked. My words landed like barbs, and she flinched. âOr was he killed by the Malandanti?â
She raised her face from her hands, her eyes a swollen red mess. âNo. I swear, Alessia. He really did die of a heart attack.â
I breathed in sharp through my nose. âHow do I know youâre telling the truth? Youâve been lying to me my whole life .â
âAlessia, everything I have done, I did to protect you. To keep you safe.â She rubbed her face. âAnd every step of the way, I have been blocked by that woman ,â she said, jabbing her finger in the direction of the living room.
âOh, donât blame Nerina, Mom! You know itâs not her fault.â I shook my head. âThe only person you have to blame is yourself. For refusing the Call in the first place. Because if you hadnât, I never would have been Called.â
âIf I hadnât, you never would have been born,â Lidia shot back. She stiffened her shoulders. âWe choose our own destiny, yes, but there are some things that just canât be stopped . . .â
âStop saying âdestinyâ!â I balled my hands into fists and dug my nails deep into my palms. âDestiny doesnât matter. What matters is that you knew what was going on and you did nothing to help me. What matters is that at the moment I needed my mom the most, you refused to be there.â
âAlessia . . .â Lidia stretched her arms out, reaching for me, but I backed up all the way to the door.
âDonât, Mom. Just donât.â I collided with the soft padding on the door and felt for the handle. âDad wouldâve been there for me. The minute he suspected Iâd been Called, he wouldâve been there.â
âThatâs not fair.â Lidia stood up. A flush crept up her neck. âI did what I thought was right.â
I flung open the door so hard it slammed against the wall. My existence in this town, my entire life , had been built on a lie. âThe problem is,â I told her, my voice shaking, âthat you couldnât have been more wrong.â
Chapter Five
Iâd Give Anything for a Ritz-Carlton Right about Now
Bree
When Alessia came back into the living room, she looked like sheâd been punched in the soul. Lidia trailed behind, her hair and face looking like something a cat coughed up. Without looking at anyone, she veered off into the kitchen. Alessia collapsed onto the couch so hard it made my ribs ache. âJesus,â I said. âWhat the hell happened to you?â
âI donât want to talk about it,â Alessia muttered, shooting a death-ray glance at Nerina. âWhat did I miss?â
âNothing,â Nerina said quickly. Whatever Shakespearean plot twist had happened between Alessia and her mom, I guessed that Nerina had more than a supporting role. âWe were just about to break up and get settled in here.â
I stretched my arms