"Serena, look how adorable he is. You've always wanted a child, haven't you? Good things come to good people. Edna was so grateful for everything we did for her that she gave us a child of her own."
Edna watched the boy pass into my arms and couldn't help herself. She lurched forward, but Damian caught her by the arm and shot her a warning glare.
I took my time, smoothing the boy's downy hair, letting the sharp edge of my nail drag across his soft cheek again and again, each stroke leaving a pale line on his skin.
I watched Edna's eyes rim red, tears pooling and threatening to spill. I savored the way Damian swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with every nervous gulp.
Then, in one swift motion, I closed my hand around the boy's throat and snarled:
"Edna Fox—you've already lost one son to a miscarriage. Do you want this one to die in my hands?"
Edna's face drained of color. A shrill scream tore through the banquet hall:
"Serena Calloway! That is Damian's son—you can't hurt him!"
