I snorted. “I have no interest in tormenting you, and your apology is worthless to me.”
I bent down to pick up my suitcase and resumed packing, but Morgana wasn’t done.
With a wicked grin, she hurled my bedside lamp to the floor.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, my wolf instincts bristling.
“Watch and learn,” she said with a devilish laugh.
Then she collapsed deliberately, pressing her hands over the jagged shards.
“What the—?” I exclaimed, taken aback.
“I’m sorry, Raven,” she cried, loud enough for the whole house to hear. “It’s my fault. Hurt me if you must, but please… don’t leave the children!”
“What is wrong with you?” I hissed.
The door suddenly burst open, and Alaric stormed in, the twins trailing behind. His eyes flared crimson when he saw Morgana on the floor, bleeding.
“How could you, Raven? She’s sick! Have you no compassion?” he growled.
“I didn’t touch her,” I said evenly.
“Stop yelling at her! It’s not her fault!” Morgana sobbed.
The twins bared their teeth. “How dare you harm our new mommy? Haven’t we taught you enough?”
“Why don’t you leave already?”
Their words barely made me flinch. I kept stuffing my clothes into the suitcase.
“I’m leaving,” I said coolly.