C53 War of Mothers

“Nyla? What kind of name is that?” Ria asked me angrily.

“It’s her mother’s name,” Rowan growled at her.

She fixed her face immediately and grinned at him. “Oh, how wonderful. I didn’t realize it had some sentimental importance to her.”

I swallowed a chuckle. Ria was such a class act. She had let her mask slip in front of her son, and now she was trying to backtrack shamelessly