Whoever left the pack in a fit of rage did so with no intention of ever returning, and Nicole was no exception. The finality of her decision hardened her spine and sharpened her tongue.
There was no need for restraint anymore, no reason to soften the truth for people she would never see again.
"Enjoy this little privilege while it lasts," she said coldly, her voice steady and precise. "And pray we never cross paths in the city. As for your son, you will never find a cure. Luna Seraphine completed part of the process alone, after we had already closed the procedure and left. If you understood even the basics of how the shifts work, you would know that."
She paused only long enough to inhale, watching with grim satisfaction as the color drained from Daisy's face. Then she struck again, harder and far more deliberate.
