52. Clues

(Vera)

"ORNA."

"Orna what? Who?" Faye muttered as I crumpled the paper in my hand as my claws poked into the leather-bound book. I left a dark growl as I looked around the destroyed house.

I thought she had died. My mom was the one who told me she had died a few weeks before she fell sick.

Orna was the one who killed my mom. The bitch had planned her game from the week she had staged her own death. It was perfect, and I had to give her that, but I would pay her back for that. For everything she had done to me.

"The bitch killed my mom. I knew it."

"Who is she?" Mateo asked, his voice a dark growl. I could see the flash of anger in his eyes.

"My aunt."

They all gasped.

"Yes. She is my dad's half sister. They were really close, too," I said as I thought about all the days I had spent with Orna. She was a fun aunt to me, always telling me stories. And having a freaking photographic memory meant I remembered everything. Every stories.

"Who here knew the story of Estrild and her thr