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~Belinda's POV
Lisa was still sitting stiffly on the edge of the chair, pretending she wasn't bothered, but I could see her trying to process everything I'd said so far. Her eyes held a flicker of doubt, but mostly fear.
Good.
I wasn't done yet.
"Anyway," I said, leaning back and folding my arms, "back to the story. The one about how the golden boys, your precious mates, murdered their father."
She flinched slightly at my words but said nothing.
I tilted my head. "You look surprised. Still think I'm making it up?"
She hesitated before speaking. "It's just… I don't understand. Why would they kill their own father?"
I nodded slowly. "Of course you don't. Because you've never heard the real story. But you want to, don't you?"
She bit her lip, then gave a small nod.
I smiled, but it didn't reach my eyes. I reached for the glass of juice again, took another sip, and began.
"They lost their mother the day they were born. Did you know that?"
