The Girl in the Wych Elm (XIV) (III)
XIV. Dreams of Immortality Through a Dark Lens (III) The impending meeting with Lucia Lightwood had Angelo’s jitters going berserk. The woman was a snake, and Angelo knew it without needing concrete evidence to back his judgment. Good people didn’t exist among the High Families. Every last one of them was fucked up in some way, from Angelo’s view to say the least. But Lucia was the one person he disliked out of the others. She was always spewing “women’s empowerment” nonsense to her sister. Bogus words from the mouth of a bogus person. Angelo warned Maeve that climbing into bed with Lucia was a death sentence. He yelled the words in his sister’s ears until they made him hoarse. Lucia was an opportunist. The worst kind who was deceptive behind the scenes. One trait Angelo admired about Alexander and Ishmael: they backstabbed in your face and were honest about it. He and Maeve were no more pawns in Lucia’s game than they would have been in the hands of the other High Families. It w...
