It was because of Sibyl's havoc in the palace that my mother perished in the flames. The memory burned fresh in my mind - the screams, the smoke, the way Mother had pushed me to safety before the ceiling collapsed on her. He indirectly caused his own sister's death. How could I tolerate Margie being with him?
I resolutely grabbed the phone, my fingers crushing the receiver as I dialed with unnecessary force. "Uncle Dene, return Margie to me!"
"Lionel, you don't have the capability to care for her!" His voice was infuriatingly calm, as if discussing the weather rather than my soulmate.
