Chapter 61

Cecilia "Ha..." There was a mocking laugh in my throat. I was beyond words. The audacity of their lies had left me speechless, a bizarre sense of disbelief washing over me. "Are you actually laughing?" Yvonne's voice rose in disbelief on the other end of the line. "How can you laugh at this? The Blood Moon Pack just dumped all their dirty laundry on your doorstep to make that little snake Cici look like a saint! You can't possibly let this slide!" Her voice grew more passionate. "Channel that fierce energy you had at the charity gala! Throw their lies back in their faces!" "Destroy these manipulative bastards!" I had to smile at that. Yvonne—Denver's premier socialite, known for her sweet demeanor and elegant Southern-inspired accent—was now cursing like a sailor on my behalf. "What if everything they're saying is true?" I asked sarcastically. "They've presented so much 'evidence,' after all. It's quite convincing, isn't it?" "Bullshit!" Yvonne practically screamed into the phone. "I'd