Sold (complete)

19

"You know, you have been a real pain in the ass, Annabel."

"Why are you pretending to be my mother," I demanded.

"I can't believe it's taken you this long to figure out."

"There's no reason for it!"

"The timing seems awful convenient, doesn't it?"

"What?"

"You honestly believe you have demon blood?" She asked.

"No, but Liam does."

"That's the plan, sweetheart," she mocked.

"He will believe me."

"Sure about that?"

"Yes."

"Has he believed you yet?"

"He thinks I'm sick," I deadpanned.

"And he will keep believing that."

"No he won't."

"You should relax, Anna. Your eyes are turning yellow again."

I scowled. "You're doing that, aren't you?"

She laughed. "Maybe."

"I don't understand why. What did I do to you?"

"I was hired. To be honest, I'm a little tired of this meat suit."

"Where is my mother?"

"She's been gone a long time and she's not coming back."

My mouth instantly felt dry and my heart dropped. My parents were dead? I . . . I didn't know how to react. I wasn't ready for my parents to be gone forever.

"Why would you do this?"

"Apparently, Liam's council doesn't care for you. Instead of killing you and destroying any chance at him marrying, they decided this was better."

"Killing my parents and driving me insane was better?" I managed to ask.

She shrugged. "I'm just the middle man."

"I don't understand. Why wouldn't they just ask me to leave? Why would they do this to me," I asked. As much as I didn't want to, I knew I was on the verge of tears.

"Who knows. Vampires have never been very trustworthy."

I glared at whatever was wearing my mother. "What are you," I demanded.

"Demon. I wasn't lying about that."

"And the other thing in my father is a demon too?"

"Sure is."

I glanced around my room. Nothing had changed since I left. The walls were still a light gray, littered with pictures of Hugo and my friends. I hadn't even thought about my friends since everything that happened. All I had was Liam now and I wasn't sure if that was necessarily a good thing. I didn't even have my parents.

"Liam," I called out.

"He won't believe you."

"Yes he will."

"I don't think so." She sat at the foot of my bed, just like my mother would have. She thought she could mimic my mother and that infuriated me. How dare she think she could even come close to the person my mother was!

"Get off my bed," I demanded.

"But, sunshine, I'm just trying to have a conversation with you."