42

Mother offered her a sweet and somehow knowing smile. “Magic can do a lot for a girl’s complexion. It’s nice to meet you, Sunday. I’m Lina. Is my boy taking good care of you?”

My heart flipped in my chest, and I had to swallow back a groan. “Mother—”

Sunday rested her hand on my shoulder. “He’s an absolute doll. He saved my life, in fact. So I guess I should thank you for that. I may not be here right now if not for your son.”

Mother’s perfectly arched brows rose nearly into her hairline. Fuck. “Aleksander Alistair... You’ve never looked more like your father than you do at this exact moment. Maybe I was right to take Cora’s advice after all.”

“Who’s Cora?” Sunday asked.

“And that’s all the time we have. Sorry, Mother, I have to go. Love you.” I snapped the mirror shut and closed our connection before any more awkward conversation could happen.

“I didn’t mean to ruin your family time.”

“You didn’t. I’ll call her back later.”