When Carmilla flinched from the heat, Cruella immediately grabbed her hand, full of concern.
“Mom, I mean, Auntie, I’ll blow on it for you.”
Viggo hurried over with burn ointment.
Meanwhile, the wound on my temple was still bleeding, and not a single fucking person looked at it.
I let out a sarcastic laugh and stepped forward.
I lifted my hand and smashed that bowl of soup onto the floor.
“Sorry.”
I looked at them, my tone calm.
“This is my house. No outsiders are allowed to live here!”
Viggo and Cruella both froze.
Before the sound of the bowl finished fading, Viggo had already stepped in front of Carmilla, his tone a mixture of shock and anger.
“Have you lost your mind?!” he snapped.
Cruella snapped out of it too, rushing over and shoving me hard.
“How can you be so cruel?! Mom—I mean, Auntie Carmilla—is just staying for a few days! What is wrong with you?!”
I stumbled back, my spine slamming into the edge of the table. The pain shot through me, but it was nothing compared to the icy ache spreading through my chest.
Maybe I had swallowed too much for too long.
At that moment, I was done swallowing shit.
“Listen carefully. Both of you.”