Blair gulps, and my mom grips her hand in hers.
“So we cut him into pieces and incinerated the remaining parts.”
Mom frowns. “Are you positive he’s dead, Calix?”
I lift my gaze to hers. “Yes. We buried each part of him in a different place, and Lexie blessed each one.”
Blair relaxes, and my mother exhales heavily.
“Where would we be without Lexie?”
We’re all silent, digesting the information until Blair looks at me, her voice in my mind.
You need to tell your mother about the children.
But I can’t. If she hasn’t figured it out for herself?—
“I’m not stupid, Calix.”
Blair and I snap our heads toward my mom as she smiles faintly, smoothing down her shirt.
“I knew what he was. What I carried.”
Blair claps a hand to her mouth, horrified.
“But I love my child like I love you and Rebel before him.”
I scowl and jump up, the chair clattering behind me as I glare at her. “We’re not the same! Don’t you dare say our names with his!”
“Calix, sit down,” Blair pleads with me, darting a look at my mom. “Please.”
She’s been through enough.
“I didn’t say his name because I don’t know it,” Mom expresses, her voice laced with regret. “I held him for a brief second; that’s all.”
I glare at her but remain silent for Blair. I hate what my mom went through, but fucking hell… she loves the spawn of Satan? Is she insane?
“He’s the son of Satan,” I hiss. “Any child Faolan fathered needs to die.”
My mom stares at me in stricken horror, her lips opening and closing as I pace her tiny cabin.
“Calix, he’s your?—”
“No.” I shake my head and point at her. “Don’t you fucking dare call him my brother? He’s not my brother. He’s a demon. Spawn of Satan.”
Mom glares at me. “My blood flows through his veins, Calix. He’s the same as you.”
“How?” I laugh at her.
“Calix,” Blair cautions, her eyes fixed on the table.
But I ignore her and continue. “My father was a decent man—a wolf.”
My mom bows her head, and for a minute, I lose my train of thought. The pain in her eyes breaks me.
“He was the best man,” Mom whispers.
“Then the baby you had with Faolan?—”