Chapter 129 Murder
- Silas sprang up from his seat, rage building inside him. He lunged forward and clasped his mother’s nape with his hands, inching his face closer to hers.
- “Are you fucking telling me, I’m not a Monson?” He growled, sweat effused from his pores.
- Cackling in glee, she shook her head at the disappointment written on Silas’s face.