Chapter 6 (b): A Wolf's Howl (...Contd.)

The room had descended into silence for a barely a few seconds, before a raucous yet oddly chilling laugh reverberated around them.

"You're right", she answered, and "You're not anything like your father", she laughed a manic sound echoing. "You're exactly like that stupid girl my daughter was. Headstrong and stubborn", she huffed pinching the bridge of her nose, she sighed again. "Knocked up by that asshole", she muttered recalling a past he had no way of knowing. "Ah… how hard I tried to school you against him, killing all those people", she sighed disappointedly. "What a waste of time, and when I finally thought I'd bought that wenches trust to raise you, she went and told him where and how to find you", she sighed looking to where Bartimaeus pulled the dagger out of his body and set it on fire, "And now this man is your guardian, ugh… don't make me laugh", she huffed, "How much money will it take to get rid of you?" she demanded.

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