Chapter 112
[DEVON’s Point of View]
I would never let them do this to mommy!
This strange feeling of anger made my body feel unusually warm. No. Hot. I felt as though I was suffering from a fever. It scared me at first. I was scared at what I felt and I was scared of the anger I saw on those people’s faces towards us and my mom. But there was no way I would let them get near her. I promised Dominic I would protect Diana and Mom with the best I could. And even though my hands were trembling, I just curled them into fists. I couldn’t let them intimidate us. I couldn’t let them bully Mom!
It confused me because I had never seen faces with such hatred before.
Diana was on alert as well. Despite our fear, we chose to follow our instinct and watched all of them with cold, deadly stares. We sat on each side of Mom. Both her hands were on our left shoulders as the meeting continued with more hateful words from those old, mean people.
I looked up at Mom’s face and realized how strong she was and that she handled everything very well. I admired how she remained calm and cool despite the ridiculous rants these people threw at her.
Granny remained silent the whole time, as well, and I bet Liam was getting impatient with those people with the way he tapped his fingers on his elbow while he folded his arms on his chest. I didn’t know what was happening and why Mom was receiving so much hatred from them.
[Stop looking so confused right now. I can see the fear on your face.] Diana made a biting tone as she sneaked a thought into my head, but her eyes remained fully alert to the people in front of us.
She was always like Mom. There were days when she wanted to be treated like a princess, and then there were days when she looked as if she could rip someone’s head off using her teeth.
[You know I am trying my hardest here. I just don’t understand why they’re behaving like that to Mom. Are you not curious why they hate us so much?] I asked as I continued the mind-link conversation with my twin sister.
Could Mom hear our thoughts as well? Should we be careful about it?
Then I remembered how Dominic communicated with me through his mind when we were in that terrifying situation in the dungeon. His thoughts were so dark, scary, and unpleasant to the feelings as he glared at those monsters. It was the first time I felt that kind of terror in my whole life; I was petrified by the deadly thoughts I saw in Dominic’s head.