Sebastian's POV.
"Don't you have someone," Lydia waves her hand toward the chaos of books that she slammed into the wall, "to do that?"
She's talking about Gigi on her knees sorting the books into piles.
My sister's jaw shifts and she tips her nose in the air, "I wasn't raised that way."
Her eyes flick to mine and I give her a warm smile. Affection blossoms in my throat. She truly does sound like our mother.
"Well, my mother just tried to kill me so I can't judge," Lydia replies, and I swear there is a measure of respect in her voice when she addresses Gigi that wasn't there before.
"That woman isn't a mother; she's a witch," Lucas says low and quiet. I'm the only one who hears him. My best friend pulls at the skin where the hexes sigil is inked.
"You good?" I murmur.
"I'll be fine," he says.
That isn't what I was asking and he knows that, but I don't get to press him because the house trembles. Again.
"Wednesday!" Lucas shouts.
"That isn't me."