Epilogue

Ten years later

Storm's POV

"Let go, it's mine."

"No, it's mine."

Identical sets of screams came from up the stairs, and soon the screams escalated to stomps and thuds, I took a sip from my glass of wine, waiting for someone to cry first before I climbed up the stairs to deal with them.

"Mom, aren't you going to do something about that?" I turned to see Fiona, she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me, she was now a cranky fifteen years old and thought she was better than everyone. Fiona had grown beautifully in the last ten years, she was tall for her age, almost 5'8, her glossy red hair was pulled back in a tight bun, her lips were full and she had the eyes of a seductress. Fiona started calling me Mom when she was six and I remember how hard I cried the first time she said it.

"I'm waiting for them to draw blood." I glanced at Fiona over and couldn't hold the laughter that shot out of me.

Fiona was dressed in a black crop top and short shorts with spiky black boots. Th