Sins of the Mother

Madam Cordelia Lancaster’s POV

The door slammed behind me as I entered my room, the echo bouncing off the walls. My chest burned with fury, my hands trembling as I unbuttoned my blazer and threw it onto the armchair. How dare she? Sylvia Mercer, of all people, had the audacity to threaten me? The very woman I had saved from rotting in a jail cell?

I paced the length of the room, my heels clicking