Clementine:
"It is pretty shocking that you decided to come back, even after claiming you were tortured and treated so badly in this pack," Glinda hissed after being silent for too long.
I never thought I would be sitting at the same table with them again. My stepmother and Leysa seemed to be doing very well. In fact, better than when my father was alive, mainly because my stepmother had taken control of everything. She was glowing.
"Let's not talk about me. The whole time I'm in the North, it's all about me. Clementine this, Clementine that. Everyone just praises me, so I want to talk about something different. Let's talk about you, Glinda. Mom," I teased, smirking as I grabbed the glass of wine. I noticed her raising her brow, because I was never allowed to drink before. Drinking was only permitted at 18 in the pack, and I guess it also upset my half-sister that I was able to sit with them and be so confident. They had seen me suffer, so this was a new kind of sight for them.
