Chapter 17

Sylvia'sPOV I clenched my fists, feeling my claws extend before forcing them to retract. "Mother," I ground out, ignoring Selene completely, "I'm asking you one last time - will you handle Leo or not?" Mother's golden eyes flickered with something like regret before hardening. "This matter is more complicated than you understand, Sylvia. I'll deal with it in my own time." The dismissal cut deeper than any rejection from Zane ever had. "Fine," I spat, turning on my heel. "I'll handle it myself then." ... The scent of roasted venison and aged whiskey greeted me as I pushed into the dimly lit speakeasy. Morgana was already at our usual booth, her crimson nails tapping impatiently against the mahogany table. "Well?" she demanded before I'd even sat down. "Did your mother finally rip that bastard's throat out?" I signaled the waiter for a double bourbon before answering. "Not even close. Apparently Leo's 'service to the pack' outweighs his embezzlement and sexual misconduct." Morgana's glas