“Liar,” he said, simply. Had she cared about the woman that’d followed her halfway across the earth, risking her life for her own, she’d have at least made sure that she was truly dead before leaving her there to die, alone in the wilderness. She’d have given her corpse a proper burial. Samael would have, anyway. Anything less repulsed him. Eris had never cared, and the pain she’d caused their mother in turn brought him pain.
His eyes were narrowed in their hollowed, shadowed sockets. Kaena was the deciding factor when it came to acknowledging their blood. “She left us to go chasing after you, and you don’t even care,” he continued, unable to contain the venom lacing his words. Perhaps he could still snap her fragile little neck. Unconsciously, he took a few more slow, slinking steps closer.