I sneered mockingly, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "Don't you know that in your son's eyes, I'm the worst woman in the world? His precious Liza is the most important woman!" My hands clenched into fists at my sides as I continued, my voice rising with each word. "Get this straight—the great Margie is the world's number one worst woman! At least according to your precious son!"
Eunice's perfect angelic face twisted in disapproval. Vampires are no good, and vampire mothers are even more unbearable. I stormed inside recklessly, my bare feet slapping against the golden marble floors, where busy people with wings flitted about. Their pristine white feathers brushed against my arms as I pushed past them. Of course, not everyone with wings is an angel—Lionel, that winged bastard, is a full-blown birdman and demon!
