In the kitchen doorway, Janeth stood shaken, her fingers wringing the dish towel so tightly, as she stared at the succubus.
Across the living room, Rose laughed sweetly at things Alex's mother said, leaning her head against the older woman's shoulder with sunshiny warmth.
His mother beamed, patting Rose's cheek like she was the sweetest daughter-in-law in the world.
Rose's green eyes flicked toward the kitchen for a fraction of a second, catching Janeth's gaze, a tiny condescending tilt of her lips appeared for a split second before vanishing behind another innocent giggle.
Janeth's jaw tightened.
Rose walked into this house like a princess, wearing Alex's clothes while pouring on the sweet act, getting praised and pampered while Janeth had to fight her memories to just sleep.
An unacknowledged, burning resentment flared in Janeth's chest. Why did she get to sit beside him? Why was she getting treated like royalty after everything she'd done?
